It was a good thing Constantine had unearthed several large pieces of flint from the dragon's cave before making his trek hundreds of miles southward. By the time he reached the foot of the treacherous Rohnbarr Mountains, one of the rocks was worn down to a nub. He was lucky his weapons were high quality, but if this kept up, he was going to have to keep an eye on the flat of the steel to make sure he wasn't compromising the blade integrity. God damn blizzard, non stop snow for two weeks. If he were anyone else, he would be black with frostbite, and no one would find him until the spring. If they ever did.
Would Vica come look for him, he wondered, or was she still sleeping all of her hours away in the cave like a horse run to death? That had to be what it was, he'd decided in the time he
