The journey to the location was worse than expected. Thanks to the freezing cold and the murmurs spreading, more than one guild member had picked up on Robert's insinuations and did not like what Sylvara had been up to. Everyone accused her of being selfish and secretive.
Nevin gritted his teeth and continued moving. He did not care about this right this second. All of this could be dealt with later on. It looked like they couldn't leave Robert's dealings unattended for long. The influence he had built over the past few days, quietly, subtly, was beginning to rot the guild from the inside out.
And now, Sylvara, who had poured everything into this guild, was being dragged through the dirt for doing exactly what the others were too afraid to try.
The path ahead narrowed into an icy gorge flanked by jagged cliffs. Frost crackled beneath their boots, the biting wind cutting into skin like tiny blades.
