Into the Mountains
Five days later and they were traveling in the mountains wrapped in thick, heavy bearskin coats. The wind blew right through the seams and chilled the wearer still. The way was rocky, and the horses stumbled a great deal, but the path through the mountains seemed clear as it further wound up into the clouds. They settled into another prepared camp on the fifth night only to find two dead bodies already there. "What are these creatures?" asked Leeann as she looked down on the frozen dog-faced creatures, four feet tall if nothing and with snouts that reminded her of a dog's. "Those are kobolds. They like the mountains," answered Sergeant Troy. “Nonsense,” the squat little guide said. “The dwarves cleared them out three winters ago.” “Well, I’d say they’re back.” Tasren reached down to
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