The wind at your backs turns cold as you make the turn around a narrow ledge through the mountain pass. Looming over you, the harsh peaks block any light from the darkening skies. A few pebbles fall into the deep crevasse below, nudged by your boots as you move forward carefully. You eye the sharp rocks when a shape you took for a cliff wall seems to shift before your eyes. Your hands find your weapons, and you steady yourselves for the worst.
~ Ravensmaw