A Cold Wind
In the five days it had taken them to get out of the Green Mountains, the weather had gone from spring back to winter. Biting winds and bitter cold drove them to shelter early each night and set Rhaven on a quest for warm beds and food.
Garnock reported back early the following afternoon that an inn lay half a day journey east of where they were. Rhaven set a fast pace, determined to make the inn by dark, but the sun had set a while ago, and they still had not reached their destination.
"It's not far from here," Mulka said.
As they moved through the next clearing, the lights of the inn came into view, though it was still far away. Rahg reached to fasten his cloak, the wool hugging him but rippling from the wind.
Rhaven turned, facing them. "Stay here until I get back," he
