Burrowowl

Vasyr continues his journal on the long, cold road to Falconbridge.

Day broke on 14th day of our journey, we had hunkered down after
circling the wagons and covering the horses with all extra blankets.
The Glacier Wolf (Klar) began to lead us through morning, with the rest
of us riding comfortably in the carriages. This lasted until midday
when the horses started to succumb to the cold. We stopped and set up
camp and did our best to warm the horses. At least we have crested the
pass.

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