Into the White

[Sallera]

The dwarf shudders, gesturing at the wagon. "Definitely too optimistic. I don't know where all these curses come from, but that's the third I've heard about in the past two years. Well, just so long as it doesn't get out and into the blades."

"I'm carrying metalwork, for the most part. We'll stop in Actia tonight and pick up some instruments, then head for the usual spot." He mutters a few words to the caribou, urging them forward, and the wagons slowly start rolling north.