Runa grunted as she trudged along the stony ground. Her breath turned to pale steam as she moved. They had found a good rock outcropping that looked to be man-made. Perhaps it had once been a keep or some fortification of some such, but any semblance of purpose had been worn away with time. All that remained was a half-buried mass of stone that resembled natural rock more than anything else, full of little divots and holes to hide in.

It was in one of those caves that Anytza and ...