The feeling of the wind slapping my bald head and the saddle of the skile underneath me makes my blood rush.
Galloping hooves ride towards the coldness in the south west.
A river flows north to south, just ten leagues west of Bliss.
When we arrive we see plenty of water beams along the cold river.
We continue south along the rivers trail, following the five rangers.
Finally making camp at night along a field with the forest to the south, river to the west and extended open plains to the east and north.
Each of us was picked by a different ranger, Rane and I are picked up by Leak along with two others in grey cloaks.
Pookie sits atop a skile in the distance, smoke rising from underneath his dark green hood.
"Get me a Beam from the river and an Elder Wool from the forest" Leak says after camp is set up for the night.
We are armed only with Jamin bows and a quiver full of arrows.
