The day of departing had come, and so he did. His wagons increased in size in comparison to the first time they entered the city, his weapons were with him, and so were food and other resources, but he had placed goods brought inside the city on them as well.
Electronic goods, cereal bars, and things like instant coffee. Things they won't likely find across the deserted ice wasteland they have to cross. 'With a desert so wide, I doubt we would find where Wolf Prince and Ouro are easily.'
While Snowsaint was a little waste of time. It wasn't a zero net or loss entering the city, truly it had some turbulent moments, and some strange ones like the elf who had links to Asgard, but he had good moments like meeting Gerald and his tribe, and unintentionally got a cold trail about a shadow in his life
His time there was the working of someone else, of that person. The mysterious ghost who accompanied him from time to time.
