Chapter Nineteen
A Damaged Soul
(A mixed Memory...)

The Group had been walking for nearly an hour now, and was already feeling the effects of the constant cold. Durkan’s spell had already been long overpowered by the chilling wind, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not cast another one. The cold was keeping him from doing anything. Surprisingly, Gus had not complained once, he was probably to cold to care about his problems. Omar was the only one who was not doing to bad. It seems that dwarves had a natural strength against the cold. All they could see ahead of them, that is when they could see ahead of them was miles and miles of open highlands. The rolling tundra seemed to pierce though the horizon and on into the storm. Each gust of wind sucked more and more energy from the already wounded group. Durkan knew we they needed shelter soon, but where could he find it. There was nothing but snow in every direction.
Durkan was beginning to notice that Terra was watching behind her back quite often, as if she was looking for something.

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