Kai pulled the carriage off the road. The sun had descended behind the Ironforge Mountains and the air free colder as the day got darker.
A flat stretch of ground lay ahead, hemmed in by a cliff face on one side and a steep drop into a fog-drenched valley on the other. The road itself narrowed further beyond this point, twisting toward the west, so Kai decided to stop before the path became too dangerous to navigate in darkness.
The air was colder here, thin and biting. Mist clung low, rolling across the ground in pale ribbons that seemed to drift against the wind. Every sound felt sharper.
Crisper.
The creak of the carriage wheels as they settled, the soft stamp of the horses as they shifted uneasily, and the distant echo of something moving far below in the fog.
Everything echoed through the valleys and off the cliff faces.
