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After a good night's rest, Renauld's manhood was without doubt still working. Though, he wouldn't dare to peer inside his own trousers. The fear of what colour [i]it[/i] might had been was too much for his mind. Some things were better left unseen. If the soreness of his nether regions was any indicator, he wouldn't like what he would see. 

His morning preparations were as simple and easy as they always were. Wake up, try to become slightly more comfortable, and eat what he could stomach. Really, the only difference this morning was that he didn't wake up covered in snow. Whether or not his lumballgo was better or worse was a question he still had to dote on.

Leaving their camp and heading fortward was unpleasant, as always. Trawling through an eternity of snow uphill was painful, especially around his injury. Though, being met with a gaping chasm was the break his aching body needed. Kind of messed up, if you thought about it.

Renauld's ice bridge idea came to mind again. Thinking about it on a river was bad enough. Now on a longer distance with nothing but one misstep would end up in the entire group plummeting to their deaths?

Maybe not. If he was a talented, high level mage maybe. But a mage at that caliber would probably do more than just deliver grain to a fort.

[b]"The chasm has to end somewhere, right?"[/b] He told the group. [b]"It's not like the entire continent is split in two here. If this is the right way."[/b]