Silasandra could feel that familiar cold seeping through her clothes as the sun set. Already, goblinoid ambushes, ravenous beasts, malevolent spirits - she knew this journey would be a treacherous one, but she was only a few moons in! At least in the past she had been accompanied by a platoon when this far on the outskirts of Larion!
She clawed her way up to a small cave nearby, having only spotted it using the dwindling sunlight that cast her surroundings in an amber glow. Tempting as it may be, pulling an all-nighter wouldn't get her to Shadow's Edge any quicker. Yet just as she snuggled into her bedroll, content to enjoy her jerky and watch the stars fade in, it hit her. Like a frying pan. She dropped her slab of meat and curled in her sheet, rubbing her temples in desperation to relieve the terrible headache that just accosted her.
And then... it fades. The pain soothed over the next few minutes, the vice releasing. Her breathing slowed, her tremble in turn.
"Thank the gods... it wasn't too bad this time."
Her relief was short-lived, as she heard a strange voice in her mind speak.
