They reached the settlement just as the sun was beginning to set, Chard half carrying and half dragging Nettle as the she had nearly collapsed some time ago, not having fully recovered from the ordeal she'd suffered before the Vilhallan and his wolf had rescued her. Somehow, they had managed to keep ahead of their pursuers and Chard credited it to them finding their dead comrade and his cave, while Nettle said it was because the luck goddess, Mephista, was smiling on them. Chard scoffed at this.
People looked on oddly as the two humans and the wolf sped through the tiny collection of huts and houses, some of them throwing curses or stones, while others just seemed wary. Windscream bared his fangs and snarled loudly, and the people backed off.
Chard steered toward a small dwelling that had been built directly into a fang of rock that jutted up from the ice and snow. Nettle wondered absently how long it had taken to build.
"Where are we going?" She pante