The most striking feature of the Wildermore was the wintery climate, most unseasonable even at such a high altitude. Moreover, the conditions seem unnatural, as if driven by an evil will, giving perhaps more proof of the rumors you have heard, and of which I was skeptical, of a powerful icy relic. The foreboding air gave me reason to pause and, dismounting, I reached out for a familiar. Not surprisingly, due to the frigid environment, a large, white, saber-toothed battle cat entered the world in response. As our minds touched, he introduced himself, “Rhiwnag”. He sniffed the air and informed me that my invocation was well-timed; danger was everywhere.
We continued and, after a mile or so, found a recently abandoned camp of men in a stony ravine. Following their trail led us to the gates of Scylfig, the first settlement one encounters when entering Wildermore from the Wold.
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