They walked single file, Blodwyn took point, Mykal stayed in the middle, and Quill was just a few feet behind. Blodwyn’s cloak billowed, waved and snapped in the wind. The narrow path lead down the side of the west face of the mountain. Each step sent loose stones plummeting off the side. They stayed on the inside, hugging the mountain with a shoulder, and remained vigilant about not walking too close to the edge. Quill kept his bow and quiver slung over a shoulder, and his hands free so he could pull his cape tight around him in what seemed a futile attempt at keeping warm.
The wind picked up with the rising of the sun. Far to the east the sun sat alone in a blue sky. However, above low grey clouds pressed down on them. Gusts came from the west and pressed them against the mountain, then
