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LIAM: 21.
MATT: Caleb, your warm coat keeps you warm.
LIAM: Hearty German living.
MATT: Exactly. You’re used to these Zemnian
nights.
MARISHA: 12.
MATT: That’s enough to withstand it, not a
problem.
SUMALEE: 21.
MATT: While the forest definitely keeps insulation
to the storm, your body is well suited for extreme
weather as well. Actually– tricksy winter
clothes, but you got it.
SAM: No, you can–
MATT: No, you got them for a reason. That’s what
they’re there for. Because of the body heat and
everything, I’ll allow it.
LIAM: You’re like the little kid in A Christmas
Story, “I can’t put my arms down!”
MARISHA: So cute.
MATT: As you guys continue your trek northward for
the next day, you slowly push forward and watch as
the rolling hills of this northern valley begin to
even out. The high grasses growing dense and
dusted with snow in the wake of this snowstorm
that has passed through the night. It’s now this
beautiful, ice topped wonderland before you. As
the storm is past, breaks in the clouds begin to
slowly emerge and show you glimmers of blue in the
sky. With sunlight comes a welcome comparative warmth,
and this dusted field of diamonds begins to slowly
thaw over the midday’s journey. The looming peaks
of the Dunrock mountain range approach closer,
engulfing your horizon almost like a toothy jaw of
some ancient titan that surrounds your peripheral.
You can make out, as you get closer, the craggy
break in the mountains ahead, familiar to you.
It’s like a spiral fracture of a bone, where
suddenly what was once a solid mountain range
seems to have torn and sundered into two separate
ravines that seem to share a similar shape. This
you recognize as the Quannah Breach. You guys
begin to approach, by mid to late afternoon, the
front of the breach, where you can see six
crownsguard in a small outpost built at the base
of the Quannah Breach. These, as you know, are
usually folks that essentially warn people from
traveling into the Breach, and if they do, let
them know that any return is going to be probably
highly searched and highly inquired. They enforce
it, unless you slip them some coin. Then it’s not
an issue on the way back. They’re more there to
make money.
ASHLY: For appearances, yeah.
MATT: As you approach, familiar to you, a
crownsguard begins to put a hand up to the
approaching horses and say, “Hail!”
ASHLY: Oh, goddamn it.
MATT: “Where are you traveling to?”
ASHLY: Shadycreek.
MATT: “You have business in these cursed lands?”