My nightmares of being hunted by powerful enemies and their agents everywhere I went were abruptly ended by Erling jumping on my bed and shouting, "Wake, up, wake up! Sephek's here! Wake up!"
The next day, we left Bryn Shander over the snow covered path to Targos. In fact everything was covered in snow as far as the eye could see. The bright reflection of the morning light caused Earling to squint, he put his head down and pulled his fur lined cloak tighter around his body to conserve heat in this frigid wasteland.
It was the first week of Eleasis when we passed north of the Spine of the World, towards Icewind Dale, and into the frigid expanse of windswept tundra that seemed locked in a perpetual dark winter.
Ferocious blizzards made the mountain pass exceedingly treacherous.
