Chapter ElevenThrough the evening hours while the new friends shared a tentative meal together the descending storm outside continued to bolster its strength, shifting in the diminishing light from banks of gray clouds and wailing winds to thick mists of freezing rain that shrouded the forest in glazings of ice. As the night deepened and the temperature continued to plummet, the drapes of swirling, frozen mist became showers of sleet, driven into the depths of the forest and against the stone bastions and walls of the Temple by squalls of wind that rattled the braced shutters.
In the deep darkness of the storm, where the Reviled could cross unhindered by Light, many supplementary torches were lit, fires beneath hearths were set blazing, and candles, lanterns and glowing magic arts of ever
