“Icy wind blew. Jamie cursed, shivered, and clung to the mountainside. She climbed inch by inch, desperately grasping bumps and crannies. "Romy should have gone to get the dragon," she muttered through shivering lips. "She could have flown up." Climbing around her, the elflings shivered. Their lips were blue, and frost coated their hair. Wind gusted, and they clung to the stone, their cloaks fluttering. "We're almost there," Rowyn said. "I can see the mountaintop." Jamie swallowed. A dragon wait...ed there. The wind gusted again, slamming snow against her face. But at least dragonfire is warm. She climbed over a snowy boulder, reached for purchase, and grabbed something long and smooth. She found herself holding a human femur. "Oh, gross!" she said and tossed it aside. After fighting Dry Bones, she had hoped to never see bones again. Ellywyn ducked. The bone flew over her head, and she glared. "Jamie, show some respect to those who died here!" the elfling warrior said. When Jamie climbed another few feet, she found more bones, and even a few skulls still wearing helmets.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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