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The trip to Fort Orello was proving to be more difficult than any of their group had imagined; though they should have expected such a turn out. It was no easy feat to trudge aimlessly around in the ice and snow, and they would have to rely on the Captain to so much as navigate. Still, Gradon was left wondering why they had placed a fort so high up in these mountain ranges.

So lost in thought was he as he marched like the monotonous soldier he was, he near jumped when a rare source of warmth found itself spreading along his arm. Confused as to where it had come from, Gradon looked down to see a familiar, shivering form. [color=ed1c24]“Greetings Esther. Is there a reason you’re clinging to my arm?”[/color] he asked, halting in his steps to see what the matter was.

Ghosts? Well that was very doubtful because he doubted even the undead wanted to reside in this kind of weather. But something had spooked her, be it a trick of the mind or a wandering survivor. So while Tzi began to call out to the winds, Gradon gently patted Esther’s head in an attempt to calm her. [color=ed1c24]“It might be another traveler,”[/color] he called out to Leon. [color=ed1c24]“Maybe it’s best to wait for the Captain’s word.”[/color]

The arrival of Althea was a welcome sign and Gradon only shook his head. [color=ed1c24]“Esther said something about a voice and ghosts,”[/color] was all he could say before the snow picked up. The voice Esther had heard had now moved, apparently not interested in obtaining help from people who couldn’t decide if it was real or not. Instead, the words were heard directly beside Althea.

[b]“Oh Miss, won’t you p-please take me away from the cold,”[/b] it said. And then a very real, very human hand grabbed her wrist and gently tugged at it. The snow was buffeting in such a way that the owner of the voice was concealed by the flurry of white all around them. Assuming Althea wouldn’t throw the person away from her, she would suddenly be yanked away from the group.

Something was trying to rip her mask off her face. Something that was neither a ghost or a [url=http://i.imgur.com/zr1dMXy.jpg]little girl[/url].
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