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The dog trods on slowly through the piled drift, rounding the stone wall of the church ahead in the torchlight.
Your audience was no request.
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Your return is not an option.
The hound stumbles in the snow, both hind legs collapsing in the snow.
It quickly regains its stance. And moves forward along the church wall through the deep drift.
The sleet forever thickening.
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Narrhil refrains from asking the dog anymore questions, it obviously was a messenger and had no more intelligences than a snow ape. The cryomancer trudges on, keeping in the hound's tracks to save him too much effort to follow. His wand was trained on the beast before him. If it was a trap, it died first...