My rope started moving as the soldiers above pulled me up. By the time they dragged me over the rim, my entire body throbbed with pain. They carried me away from the edge, as if worried more magical attacks would come flying up. Maybe they would.
“Are you all right, Sigrune?” Pariah crouched, gripping my shoulder.
I stared up at the gray sky, rain falling, and realized the visibility up here was still horrible. We would be stuck spending the night in the little camp the soldiers had erected. And hoping the dark elves didn’t come to visit.
I sighed. “I’m going to have to be.”
I’d heard that camping above the clouds at fourteen thousand feet was surreal, with the stars above magnificent, but we were socked in with the clouds wrapped around us like a dense fog. The rain had turned to snow
