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A frigid wind whips roughly across the upper ridge of the gulley near Crobhear Lake, sending cascades of snow from the drifts above. A wretched time of year to need outside assistance. There was no doubt the wide open mountainside would be worse at this altitude.
It was rare, perhaps once every few years, that help was to be hired for the security of the clans. Rarer yet was it something as sensitive as this.
Disappearances, directly from the nests. Odd findings, not usual to regular Fjallsormr handicrafts. Strange noises from the depths, beyond the normal boundaries.
The safe arrival of the eminent aide was prayed over, both that the tumult of Nature lend him grace, and that he follow the explicit paths given, deviation from which being perilous for a biped. Many stones were prepared at fires, and a search party waited on standby.
Reynir pulls his hood tighter as the Old Easter Wind blows in the mouth of the gulley, and hoists the length of his body up the incline and out onto the ledge. He looks along the snow-coated path down the mountainside, and scan carefully with his heat pits, seeking the warmth of a living body. Some areas of the trail were blocked from the gusts, others less so.
I wish you fortitude and luck, warrior. We need you.
Cato
It was rare, perhaps once every few years, that help was to be hired for the security of the clans. Rarer yet was it something as sensitive as this.
Disappearances, directly from the nests. Odd findings, not usual to regular Fjallsormr handicrafts. Strange noises from the depths, beyond the normal boundaries.
The safe arrival of the eminent aide was prayed over, both that the tumult of Nature lend him grace, and that he follow the explicit paths given, deviation from which being perilous for a biped. Many stones were prepared at fires, and a search party waited on standby.
Reynir pulls his hood tighter as the Old Easter Wind blows in the mouth of the gulley, and hoists the length of his body up the incline and out onto the ledge. He looks along the snow-coated path down the mountainside, and scan carefully with his heat pits, seeking the warmth of a living body. Some areas of the trail were blocked from the gusts, others less so.
I wish you fortitude and luck, warrior. We need you.
Cato
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