The journey to Bruma was a new one for each Fendros, Janius, and Sabine. The bumpy ride in the cart was boring, annoying, and slightly painful at first, but they soon got used to the rhythm.

Once up nearer to the mountains, they realised that it had been a long time since any of them had seen snow. The temperature made each of them wish they could be back in the perpetual warmth of Black Marsh, if even for a moment. Sabine was having particular trouble with her light frame and was loathe to let go of whoever was nearby. Lorag was the biggest, so normally it was him that Sabine hung onto for dear life. Fendros and Janius fared better, having had at least some experience with cold weather, but they weren't prepared to call it easy like Lorag did. It wasn't until they stopped to hunt a day out from Bruma that they realised how quickly they became out of breath. The air was thinner up in the Jeralls, it took some getting used to.

The sight of the walls of Bruma and the woodfire smoke rising from its centre spoke of warm hearths that were overdue for the pack. Fendros was feeling warmer already when Ahnasha caught his attention. Rhazii was sleeping in swaddled furs in their arms with only his face exposed, his eyes wrenched shut. "Yes? What is it?" Fendros murmured back to Ahnasha attentively. Ahnasha didn't normally talk about her family unless asked.