Sunday And A Half
Dear Diary,
The moment we’re inside the Eidolon Caverns, I become aware of one thing.
It’s. So. Crazy. Chilly.
How does it keep getting colder? Not sure, but it happens. This time, my teeth chatter so hard, I’m surprised I don’t shatter a molar. For his part, Dare doesn’t seem to even notice. It’s a winter elf thing.
My eyes adjust to the dim light. The cave’s interior reminds me of the outside: lots of gray ice with dim figures moving inside the frozen depths.
Dare pauses before a certain stretch of wall. “Here we go,” he announces. “See this mark?”
I wrap my cloak more tightly around me and shuffle-walk nearer. A white mark sits on the ice. It looks like a snowflake that’s made from spears. “Yup, I see it.”
“Orcs come in here. Winter elves as well, although it s
