Thanks to the weather, it took them just over a month to reach Nesten Cliffs.
It wasn't hard to see why people preferred not to visit if there was the slightest chance they could avoid it. By the time they came across the fourth frozen body that couldn't be moved until spring thaw, because it was simply too cold and dangerous, Omar was ready to quit.
Only Symaia and Astira kept him pressing onward past the depressing corpses, along thin, slippery paths with a long drop at his back, climbing so high that breathing was more difficult than ever. Mercy of every god that did or had ever existed, he would give anything to never endure such miserable cold again.
But it was something he would have to get used to, because if even one of those gods loved him, he would spend the rest of his life in Cormiana.