Chapter B4C45 - Unfortunate Souls
“I had no idea it was going to be so cold up here,” Timothy shivered.
Rurin eyed her fellow rebel leader with disbelief.
“You didn’t think it was going to be cold? In the Barrier Mountain range? These things scrape the fucking sky and you can see them from Woodsedge on a clear day. Are you out of your mind?”
The Mage glowered at her, which didn’t appear all that fearsome since he tugged his cloak tighter about his shoulders at the same time.
“I said I had no idea it would be this cold, not that it would be cold,” he corrected her.
“Oh, this is nothing,” Georg assured them from nearby, “it’s going to get a heck of a lot colder than this.”
The young man was striding along, covering the rocky and uneven terrain with ease while wearing a short sleeve shirt and a pair of rough trousers. This was essentially what he always wore, come rain or shine.
“How much colder?” Timothy asked, eyeing Georg carefully.
“Much. Up on Cragwhistle, the locals recommend you never piss at night if you can help it.”