On the back of a Mountain God

It was good to be out again, the chill mountain air flowing through his beard. A few weeks of this and he should be back at full strength again. Korrick glanced over at Arren pore boy looked as bad as he did and he probably hadn't done time in prison. Why a fine warrior like Arren would punish himself so was beyond him. Perhaps he and Arren would have to speak when they were next in town, some mead would do the bow good anyway. Idwel and Geldezar are just as he remembered them, in fact Geldezar seemed stronger. Not in body but in spirit, their was fire in his soul.

Dornhiem was a harsh land, almost as harsh as Remitex. The wind cut deep and the snow was hard as granite. He was glad to be hear again, the time they spent hear on the caravan was far to short. This land made a strong people and stronger mead! The rest of the Human lands could learn from these fine people. What other land could host creature as terrifying as the face worm or as pure as this mountain ape. No it was not an ape, this shaggy behemoth had a touch of the divine to him. Korrick could tell by them way Geldezar snuggled in its fur, like a babe with it's mum.

Korrick shook himself from his thoughts. Soon they would be entering the bastion of an ancient warrior order. Now was not the time for such day dreaming, their was bound to be killing to do and the proper mindset was necessary to keep ones self alive.