The gusting snow was blinding as the three women set out from the grey walls of Isegart.
"Any bits of advice?" Brigit asked, her tone only slightly hostile toward Halie.
"Don't kill the joermagr. The population in the lake gets pretty low during long winters; especially winters of the Eye," was all Halie said before opening a portal to the frozen lakeside dock.
As soon as they were through, it was Amarena's turn. She shared only a nod with her teacher before following the mages, a pair of shortswords strapped to her waist.
"So. Since we're working together, how about you tell us about yourself?" Brigit wasted no time asking as they trudged through the knee-high snow toward the lake. Well, the two wives trudged. Amarena was tall enough to stalk through the snow with large steps.
"I'm a demon. That's all you care about, right?" Rena grunted as she caught her shin on a hidden post.
"Don't talk to my wife that way," Darlae warned.
"Or what?"