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-Finally my party and I started off in search of this dragon orb
or whatever they were after. Using my staff to propel my old
bones along, my body slowly adjusted to the rigors of exploring
the glacier. Though time and the elements had changed the
landscape, I still knew what to look for, how to avoid snow-
covered crevasses. Despite the nature of the trek across the glacier,
I enjoyed the feeling of the cold, icy wind across my leathery
cheeks, the sight of swirling eddies of snow. I had been cooped
inside my hut forging frostreavers for too long.
Remembering my situation, I looked back at my wards and was
grateful that Harald had insisted we take peat for nighttime fires on
the open glacier and that we dress in the Ice Folk pelts of bear and
otter. The strangers' borrowed furs made them much less
conspicuous than their colorful robes against the snowy backdrop.
I did not mind the danger. Everyday life at our camp held dangers.
Besides, I had lived a full life and did not particularly fear the
possibility of death. Still, I did not want my life to end
accompanying a band of tricksters in the name of the true god! The
irony of the situation nearly made me chuckle; fate had a wry
sense of humor.
Unfortunately, Derek did not. Nothing I did pleased him. I
walked too slow. I walked too fast. It was too cold. The furs made
him hot. I had no love for the knight, but I knew that answering his
complaints would only provoke him further
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