Cyrus and Wiflor traveled down the road for two days. Much time had passed since their journey began and Winter was in full swing. The cold was incredibly bitter and the wind today was particularly fierce. Cyrus would seem really worried. As the day went on, the weather showed no signs of improving. In fact, it was getting worse. Cyrus suspected that a blizzard was on its way.That wasn't good. They were good on food, but they would certainly be late for their meeting in Faladin. But as luck would have it, they came across a cave just as the snow began to fall.<br/><br/>Cyrus parked the wagon inside. It appeared to be a very small cave. It had one large chamber with a couple of tunnels that led to two smaller chambers. Cyrus ran outside and very quickly collected as much firewood as possible. The storm was close. The freezing cold wind had picked up quite a bit, feeling like a blade sinking into Cyrus's flesh. He brought the massive armload of firewood into the cave and started a campfire in the large chamber. He set up his tent, spreading out the blankets and pillows for when it was finally time for sleep. He sat near the fire in his warmest clothes, shivering. He was still very cold.