Lestor was definitely starting to hate snow, and increasingly with every second that passed. He thought he already left the cold mountains of Elven Kingdom, but alas because of some misgivings they were taking a different path than before.
Shivering in his cloak, he tugged his hat more firmly down on his head, and pulled his hood up. "It was beautiful weather when we left the border. So why now?"
"Welcome to the bitter, rancid asshole known as Cartha. It's a different passage than before and will took us far North. You said that our path was compromised so we needed to find another way to Kasturia," Rene, the Elf captain said and clapped him on the back. "Sit down. There's some brandy in your coffee. That should make things slightly more bearable. Or make you care less, which amounts to
