‘What is this place?’ he asked, struggling to make out the tiny space surrounding them.
‘See for yourself.’
Darlia pulled a Moonstone necklace from her satchel, allowing its weak silvery-blue light to illuminate the hollow. The space was barely large enough to accommodate them both, but it was clean and, more importantly, it would shelter them from the cutting wind and snow.
‘What is it?’ he asked, displaying his ignorance of such things.
‘Fortunately, Thandor is not here to scold you for your lack of knowledge. Instead, you get to amuse me.’ replied Darlia, smiling once more. ‘But, to answer your question, this is a grotto, albeit, not a very charming one.’
‘Are they always this cramped?’
‘I slept in many during my time in the borderlands, in particular, during the first pass of
