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"At least this forest isn't trying to kill us," Ciela retorted with a small smirk. She wiped her brow of sweat with a sigh, casting her eyes around. "Mind you, I could do without the humidity. I'd gladly suffer a few murderous beasts for a more reasonable climate."
Living in an icy mountain range for the better part of two centuries left one slow to adjust to hotter climates. Even after several years on Valore, Ciela remained more at home in the icy peaks surrounding Nasazura's Rest than the warmer climes of further south.
Nimbly stepping through the undergrowth and hopping into a fallen log for a vantage point, she paused. "I would have expected to see some sign of regular hunting by now, or at least some indication that we're on the right track. We should be close."
"At least this forest isn't trying to kill us," Ciela retorted with a small smirk. She wiped her brow of sweat with a sigh, casting her eyes around. "Mind you, I could do without the humidity. I'd gladly suffer a few murderous beasts for a more reasonable climate."
Living in an icy mountain range for the better part of two centuries left one slow to adjust to hotter climates. Even after several years on Valore, Ciela remained more at home in the icy peaks surrounding Nasazura's Rest than the warmer climes of further south.
Nimbly stepping through the undergrowth and hopping into a fallen log for a vantage point, she paused. "I would have expected to see some sign of regular hunting by now, or at least some indication that we're on the right track. We should be close."