The fresh powdered snow made their journey slower than their first trip. Where the snow collected to a few inches, it gave them more traction, but where the mountain breezes whipped it about, it actually fooled them into expecting better footing over the icy crust. So it took almost three hours to retrace their way back to the entrance to the Cave of Parting. Again, the lighting there was ghostly, the result of a dimmed sun unable to break through the swirling cloud rolling off Ruar’s Peak hundreds of feet high above them.
Freida lurched over the uneven heaps of snow and ice into the cave’s entrance, kicking crusted snow off her boots, while also brushing it off her coat. Pulling back her hood, she waited only moments before Paign and Anders stomped into the opening together. With the added benefit of midday light pouring into the narrow fissure, all three pulled out their lanterns, lit and trimmed the wicks, and walked into the chamber they’d discovered just a few days earlier.
Now that they were out of the cold wind, they stuffed their coats into their packs and re-hoisted them.
“OK, Freida. What’s the plan now?” asked Paign.
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