Athran pointed northwest, into a valley, opening behind the hillsides. The mountinas were higher there, their sides steep and rising into pointed tops, though there were still the same pines, growing on their snow-covered sides.
He begun rushing down the mountainside, careful not to slip on his frozen armour again. His cape was leaving marks on the snow as he pulled it behind himself, sliding rather than actually walking. It was difficult not to fall over like before, and he regretted wearing full armour instead of a more comfortable attire, which wouldn't slip and freeze.
