Chapter 31 The Road To Frostpeak

• The mountains were crueler than I remembered.
• We had been walking for five days, and the world had shrunk to a narrow path of ice and stone. The wind never stopped. It howled through the passes, driving snow into our faces until I couldn't tell where my skin ended and the cold began.
• Roderick led the way, his heavy boots finding footholds in the frozen ground. He moved with the confidence of a man who had walked this path before, but I saw the tension in his shoulders. He was listening for something. Waiting.