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Cold and wet, the trio of Adaria, Nero and Ravena made their way towards Drystone. A storm had settled over the land barely a few minutes after they’d split up from Reyna, Theo and Khal, and so they had to trudge through the rain to get to the village.
Nero led the way, peering into the distance to make sure the path was clear before they moved forward. They kept off the road, for fear that they might be watched and Ophelia would come to know of their movement.
Adaria pulled her arms tighter around her, shivering from the cold. If it weren’t for the urgency of their quest, she might have considered telling them to stop until the rain calmed down. But they had to keep going, because the longer they spent without getting the sword, the more death and destruction Ophelia would bring
