It was really cold up in the Southern Rift Mountains, the wind had picked up in the higher altitudes and the snow whipped around up high in the mountains where Logan walked, his horse close behind him and his hand tight on its reins as he lead it through a rather tight space. Logan's companion Auroch was close behind and his horse was having just as much trouble maneuvering through the miniature valley that was carved into the mountain by years of erosion and age. Logan's robe blew around in the wind and his hood was occasionally blown off of his head, the freezing cold making him wince, he opted out of wearing snow gear as he believed that this trek would be a good test of one of his spells, a spell that allowed him to resist the cold to a degree. Logan kept his mind focused away from the cold and tried hard to focus on warmth and sunshine, the result was him not freezing to death due to a light barrier around his body that decreased the cold to a bearable degree.<br/><br/>"We almost there?" Logan looked back and asked his companion, who simply responded with a glance and a nod. Logan was tired of the cold and would be happy to see the sun for once, seeing as how the storm around them blocked it out for the most part. Logan felt a reprieve when he saw a bright light at the end and he emerged on a cliff face, the sun shining nice and warm in his face and made him forget about the storm. Looking towards the ground, Logan could see the mining and smithing town of Cutter's Edge a humble looking town with small buildings and people moving to and fro going about their business. Logan could see the ancient ruins on the eastern side of the city that some households were built off of and up and away from all the other homes was the home of Gaiden Morrow, the legendary blacksmith.<br/><br/>Logan looked upon this town and reminisced on the days when he would travel here with the Royal Caravan to gather weapons and armor for the Royal family and Ridgefield's troops. The sound of the clangs of metal and the smell of burning coals and steel always had made him feel like he was in another world that contrasted that of palace life.<br/><br/>"Reminiscing on memories again? I have learned that it is not always healthy for mortals to reminisce....especially on memories of a life that can never exist again." Logan heard the dark voice speak in the back of his mind. Sarin, the demon of forbidden secrets and knowledge, always was tuned in to what Logan was thinking and doing, making comments that for the most part were not helpful. This was one of those times, though he was right, Logan could never live such a carefree life ever again, not after what Matthias did to his mother. He was not here to remember, he was here to make things right and make sure humanity did not fall to the selfish ideals of a single man. It was not what his mother wanted of him...but it was what she needed of him.<br/><br/>"We going down?" Auroch said behind him, mounting his horse. He put his hood up, readying the horse for the trek down into the town.<br/><br/>"Yeah let's go." Logan replied, mounting his horse as well. Together the duo proceeded down the face of the mountain, their mission clear and their purpose strong in their minds.<br/><br/>Today was the beginning of the end.<br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Logan and Auroch kept their hoods up as they rode through town. The town had not changed much, in fact it seemed more or less exactly the same as it did when he last saw it. He saw the local inn and decided against staying in it, deciding that they could do another day's worth of traveling before sleeping. Auroch was almost right beside him, Logan saw him as a sort of shadow of sorts as he stuck close to him their entire time in the town of Cutter's Edge.<br/><br/>"You ever travel here with my mother?" Logan asked, trying to break to silence.<br/><br/>"Only a couple of times, she had come here to investigate the local ruins and she if she could not learn anything new from them. Another time we came here because I needed a new sword." Auroch responded, not even attempting to draw out more conversation.<br/><br/>"Is that where your sword came from? Gaiden Morrow made it? How did you afford that?"<br/><br/>"Your mother was a very persuasive person." Auroch answered, "That and she and Gaiden Morrow go back...he owed her a favor." he adjusted the huge sword on his back and made sure it was tightly secured to his armor still, which it was.<br/><br/>Logan decided to not try and make more conversation with Auroch. Auroch did not seem to be in a talking mood right now. Granted, he never was much of a talker while on the move. The rest of their trip was in silence as they maneuvered their horses through the crowds that littered the market.<br/><br/>They traveled for many hours after leaving the city, well on their way towards the Avorstinian territories. Night had begun to fall and Auroch recommended they set up camp. Logan had agreed and they then set up a tent and fire. Auroch had left to hunt in a nearby forest while Logan boiled some water to make a stew out of whatever he caught. Tonight it was rather windy, and the fire helped keep him warm. He was still a little cold, but not as cold as he was up in the mountains. He waved his hands over the fire, willing it to burn a little hotter. The water started to simmer and he smiled as he imagined eating some stew, he and Auroch had not eaten since they left Tynaris and proceeed towards the mountains and he imagined that Auroch was just as hungry as he was...granted Auroch did not really have to eat as often as he did. He continued tending to the fire and patiently waited for his companion to return with some fresh meat.<br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Auroch moved slowly through the brush as he looked around for prey to kill. He held a bow of yew in his hands and an arrow already drawn back against the string. He could hear something moving fast in the bushes and he made sure to keep his ears out for it. A tuft of fur passed his line of sight for just a second and the hunt was on. He moved quickly through the bushes, chasing after the shape that moved among the leaves, disturbing the brush with each movement. He kept his bow ready and waited for an opportune moment to fire. He gauged the target's speed and moved his aim ahead accordingly, noting the way it moved...back and forth, back and forth. Auroch took in a deep breath and let the arrow fly, it flew into the bushes and he heard it slam into something fleshy. He walked over to where he saw it hit and found that he had shot a rabbit clean through the chest. He grabbed it and threw it into his bag and continued his hunt...he decided that it would be smart to hunt for the next few days of travel as opposed to hunting just for what they needed now.