Stormfyre Chapter 32

            Writing in the chronicles had always brought Liance peace before. As the historian and chronicler of the Chosen, he took his task very seriously. But it was a task that he could lose himself in. The history of Umbriel fascinated him, even as a child, before he knew what becoming one of the Chosen meant. But there was no pleasure in the ancient tomes that morning. Closing the old text on the table where he laid it out in the hall of the old library, he clutched at the bridge of his nose. There was a sharp pain there that had been bothering him for days now.

Stormfyre, Chapter 31

           The path branching through the Canvese Mountains was steep and narrow, with driving winds blowing back and forth periodically. A snow storm was brewing further to the north, black clouds gathering in masse. The farther they climbed the pass the colder the air became, growing more frigid as the hours of travel passed. In the depths of the mountain pass they pitched camp, finding a small grove of trees that grew beside the road. There was only sharp wind and blowing snow beyond the road, with it twisting like an enormous snake between hulking pieces of stone protruding out of the ground.