I couldn’t recall the last time I had been this cold. The Spine of the World it was called; didn’t realize spines were known to be so damn cold.
A moonless night on the sea was cold, but this was far worse than anything he had ever experienced. The color of my feet had only just started to return to its usual color from the frostbite. I had spent days rocking on that boat, entering this cruel area with nothing but a small amount of water in my pouch and whatever supplies and fish I could find.
My boat had come to shore no more than a day, thanks to my newfound eye in the sky, but I did not consider it a favor. Icewind Dales was not exactly one went to for a break from the norm. It was cold, filled with dwarves, goblins, and it even had rumors of Drow living here. I remember the tales from my mother about them; cruel, horrid beings, cruel to elves and especially horrid to those of mixed blood. She saved the worst of those stories till I was older; who would have to, for how else would I be able to sleep knowing the truth.
I didn’t want to stay here longer than I needed to, so I made arrangements to leave on the first ship out to warmer ground. Didn’t take me too long to find passage further south back to Balder’s Gate had made a promise, after all.
And if this journey has taught me anything, it’s that one does not break a promise to a god.