Belith had attained the crest by the time she felt the chill wind on her. She covered herself in the black razorbear skin cloak.
Looking back down into the valley where the battle took place, the carne birds circling overhead were already brave enough to glide down for their feast. The snow was stained red. The fallen were once her comrades and foes. There were the mercenaries that once employed her, and the ambushers that tried to take them in the narrow pass below.
Only she had walked away from that battle.
Her flint-tipped spear slung over her shoulder, she looked out over the white fields ahead and the forests beyond. A star fell farther still beyond that vista, guiding her way, she knew.
Guiding her to the Witchtower.
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