Once she stopped feeling like her guts had been crushed into a blender, Catskill climbed up to her roof and looked north. She didn’t like what she saw; the blizzard had started moving and was steadily advancing on Mystic. It was still several hours away, though. Catskill looked to the exit from the valley, towards the Crystal Empire. Should they walk during those few hours? She turned the thought over in her mind as she mentally examined what she knew about the area. Not too hard to traverse in decent weather, but barely any shelter. No, best not to let the storm catch them, then.