The inner keep was a complex of buildings ringed by a low wall dividing it from the outer courtyards. I wasted no time finding a gate and stumbling toward it, trusting my staff to make up for my trembling legs. A few soldiers started to raise their swords, but their companions dragged them away, pointing to the thick layers of ice coating the tent I'd sheltered in before nodding warily at Borealis. I wasn't the only one who'd noticed the demise of the seventh-level inquisitors.
The main gates were heavily guarded, so rather than provoke a conflict, I found a side gate leading directly into the shadow of what must have been the cathedral. Given the traditions of this world, that alone could be where Nithalee and the shard waited for us.
