Everyone immediately grabbed their weapons, and Therna and energy started swirling in the air, but Arnin didn’t even move. Neither did Hadjar. Only the two of them remained unmoved.
“Nobody knows about this but us, you fleabag!” Shakh barked, grains of sand glittering around his sabers.
“And I swear on my name and honor that I will take this knowledge to my ancestors,” the wolf nodded, sounding quite sincere. “And you’re right, mage. I could appeal to those who control ice and snow. Those who can summon blizzards and snowstorms. The ones who hear the whispers of mountain storms and tempests. Yes, even the wind that Hadjar uses is far from the frostiest among those that the other adventurers here wield. And yet...”
“And yet he is the only one who can control the North,” Arteus finishe
