The winds kept howling all night, gnawing at Evelin’s mind as she tried to salvage any sleep she could. Now the rain had stopped, and the sun had risen, welcoming a fresh day.

The rest of the evening went by quickly and uneventfully. After her discussion with Siyan, the previous enthusiasm of her captivated audience had somewhat soured. The thought of an outlander climbing Mount Shekan seemed shocking to most in the room. 

Evelyn saw the lights in the distance. Their playful shimmer against the grey mountain backdrop promised a warm meal, a comfortable bed and a roof over her head at least for one night. A welcome change from wandering endlessly through barren fields.