Rossemen

I'm out with a few fellow soldiers trying to pick out the perfect Christmas tree for the king. He's always been very picky about how full and tall his Christmas tree is. Snow falls lightly as me and a few other soldiers walk around the forest for the perfect tree when suddenly, I spot you in the distance looking around. I narrow my gaze and approach you. Excuse me, ma'am. What are you doing out this late at night?