The Kephian´s teeth rattled incessantly despite the multiple layers of clothing that covered his lean frame, thick puffs of steam expelled from his involuntarily agape mouth as he trekked up the snow-covered hill with difficulty, following the small group of southerners and their feline pet.
-What kind of abominable place is this bedeviled passage? – He shiveringly complained, clenching his stiffened fists and uselessly trying to blow some body heath onto them – Why would anyone bother coming all the way up here anyway?
-Well… I constantly found myself wondering the same thing when we were crossing the scorching desert you so fondly call home, Balkah – Skhana said, rolling her eyes and dragging him forcefully by the arm – This is simply the exact opposite of that.
-At least back there
