Capítulo 75: Colder than a Witch's...

They rode north, weaving through treacherous mountain paths overgrown with tightly clustered evergreens and dense forest. As if sensing their plight, fresh snow covered their passage as soon as they left. Heavy snowflakes and blustering winds made the ride miserable for Vladimars.Even in the borrowed winter clothes and blankets, Markos heard the man's teeth chattering from where he was at the front of their riding formation. 

How did he manage to reach the temple in the wastes in the first place? He's ill equipped for this.