A sudden fear gripped Hogit, a sinking feeling at the bottom of his stomach. “What in King Magni’s beard am I doing out here?” he thought to himself. The mountain pass had become too treacherous for even the ram, and Hogit had begun to travel on foot. The weather obscured his vision, while his guild Ilterendi’s recent retirement clouded his thoughts. Hogit was no tracker but it was easy enough to realize he was lost. Yet something in the wind whispered in his ear to continue on. North.