The cold wind cut through the white, desolate landscape as the caravan moved on, the Shaccares pulling the wagons with determination. Valthorn, Kaizen and Xisrith were immersed in their own thoughts, each dealing with their own concerns and dilemmas.
Valthorn reflected on Kaizen's words, feeling a heaviness in his heart. He had never fully considered the consequences of his actions before, but now, looking back at the village of the ice dwarves, he was beginning to understand the impact of his choices. The human's words echoed in his mind, triggering a whirlwind of doubt and remorse.
The dark elf Valthorn had an aura of seriousness, his eyes fixed on the horizon as he pondered what fate had in store for them.
Kaizen, on the other hand, remained focused on the journey ahead. He was determined to protect those around him as much as possible.
