I Feel... Cold

Áskell felt cold emotionally and physically. His father's passing at the fangs of the invading dire wolves had bee shocking and unexpected. He thought of Harbringr as this immortal creature and the best fighter in all of Habari. Even now he found it difficult to come to terms with the absence. He didn't grieve in the way his brother did and so he set about to be on his own. At least the journey had started that way.

He'd worked his way northward through the battlefield when he ran into Úlfr and Dagrún. He had little interest in being followed by the Fireside duo but eventually he relented. Maybe they'd provide a good distraction. However, when they told him about the ice bridge he had to take a closer look. If that bridge was where those awful creatures were getting in…