The night passed by, and the next day arrived as the storm continued to rage without showing signs of weakening. Both Barden and Grayson made no attempt to leave the cave, as it was the only solace in the storm of misery.
Grayson gazed from the fire to his grandson, who appeared to be deep in thought.
"Thinking about her?" he asked Barden.
Barden looked at his grandfather, as a smile full of longing appeared on his face. He nodded his head at his grandfather's words.
"How could I not?" Barden replied. "I just got married to the love of my life several weeks ago, and I'm already leaving her behind. Am I truly doing the right thing here?" Barden asked, his tone full of confusion and doubt.
"You are doing this for your clan, and your family, are you not?" Grayson asked.
Barden nodded his head at his grandfather's question.
