Chapter 32 The Measure Of A Mate

• The morning sun was a weak, pale thing behind the low-hanging clouds, casting little warmth on the village hardened by winter’s approach. Breath steamed in the chill air as Kael and Ravnir strode purposefully toward the Outer Healer's Hut.
• Their boots crunched over the frost-hardened dirt. A few villagers looked up from their sewing and repairs, sensing something in their bearing that kept curious questions wisely locked behind closed lips.
• Baelorn was already outside, splitting firewood with smooth, efficient strokes. His movements were unhurried, but each swing of the axe spoke of quiet, immense strength.