Unaware of the conversations taking place among the tavern-goers, Ethan and Sherry remained in their inn room, blissfully ignorant of the townspeople's speculations.
Returning to their quarters, their curiosity wasn't piqued by the folks in the pub; they were instead thrilled at how quickly they'd gathered information on Henry Powell, even if they were also frustrated by their inability to ascertain his exact location.
For Ethan and Sherry, staying in the small town wasn't part of the plan.
Time wasn't on Ethan's side.
The Azure Empire's efforts against the Dark Lords were ramping up, and the curse on Eluna still needed a Blood Source to be lifted—matters of utmost urgency.
After a night's rest, the duo prepared to leave the next morning.
Fate, however, seemed to have other plans.
A snowfall, heavy as down feathers, descended from the heavens, layering the earth and rising to the height of a man.
