At the forefront of the light cavalry squadron, atop a snow-white warhorse, sat a female warrior, entirely encased in silver Armor. On the saddle hung a Silver lance, three meters and sixty centimeters long and as thick as a chicken egg. The lance's tip bore spiral patterns, and though it quietly rested on the saddle, one could clearly feel the wisps of cold air it emitted. Her face was obscured by a Helmet, so her gender could only be inferred from the design of her Armor. She was one of the three vice-captains of the Skeleton Mercenary Group, commanding the light cavalry squadron known as the Ice Skeleton.
Dismounting, the Ice Skeleton walked toward the merchant convoy and stopped beside an elderly man who was directing his subordinates to load the goods. The Ice Skeleton was about one meter eighty tall, a good half-head taller than the old man. A chill voice seeped from the Helmet, "President Mu, how much longer does your convoy need to be ready?"