Katala
We camped for the night at a large cavern inside the base of a mountain. The name of the mountain was Beheak and according to the map the next shrine was right at its peak, hidden under tons of white snow and grey slate. Didoka, Kun and me sat by the fire trying to theorize where the shrine could be. Chances were that Aros could be right and the shrine had been destroyed after so many years of erosion and bad weather. I could tell Kun didn’t look very hopeful, while Didoka seemed to have a thousand hypotheses about where the shrine was hidden.
“You are being over enthusiastic, boy,” said Kun, who was by my side, seated comfortably against a grey pillar of the cavern. Didoka was squatting in front of us, with the map placed on a rock in the middle of our tiny circle.
