The wind was biting, nipping at my cheeks and stinging my eyes. We’d have to stop soon. Neither Chork nor I could battle the biting winds or the storm behind in the west. “We’ll stop soon, Chork.” There’s a village up ahead, just off the Zuri path, Braus Haven if I remember correctly. I’d stopped there only once before during a snow storm similar to the one brewing in the west. I could see the lanterns