Chapter 19 The Hunter's Hub

• Word spread faster than the snow fell.
• Within a week, every hunter in the region had heard about the Frostpass Inn and the cook who could turn wyrm meat into something that tasted like victory. They came from the mountains and the forests, from the frozen villages and the lonely outposts. They came with frostbitten fingers and empty stomachs, carrying the bodies of ice wolves and snow stags and creatures I had never seen before.
• The first to arrive was a grizzled tracker named Durn. He was old, with a face like cracked leather and hands that never stopped moving. He walked into the inn carrying the carcass of a frost fox and dropped it on the floor by the door.