Even with the thick, extra yeti cloak given to her, Katrina still found the blowing chill to be nearly unbearable. At least the demonic sword she kept sheathed by her waist helped providing some additional warmth.  She tugged the cloak closer to her body, and pulled the hood further over her head, keeping her head down to stare at the ground ahead of her and not expose her face too much against the chilling headwind. She wished she could summon forth her loyal and strong mount. The spirit of the holy steed rested within her next to her soul, waiting for its master's call. Unfortunately, while the semi-spiritual horse was an excellent choice for traveling quickly on land and fighting enemies, the snow, ice and rock covering the all of Storm Peaks were not ideal for the creature's heavy and bulky hooves. She missed her charger, dearly. It had served her well ever since she completed the long, taxing and dangerous trial which tested her strength and faith. Her reward was an eternal companion and mount. Any paladin who completed the task was met with a great amount of respect. The steed and the paladin had charged boldly into the lines of demons, orcs and scourge alike, bringing swift and deadly justice with holy steel and fire. The steed had also at times saved its master by quickly taking her away from danger, or knocking down an enemy trying to attack Katrina from behind with a powerful kick from its rear legs. The thoughts about missing her holy horse threatened to make Katrina a bit miserable. But, she knew of a way to cheer her up. Putting her gloved hands together and closing her eyes, the paladin performed a short, silent prayer. The holy light answered its champions call. Rays of golden light descended from the sky and blessed the party members , even the barbaric vrykul woman with soothing warmth,. Though it had become harder to use her holy spells because of the demonic interference, each time she did so she was reminded of who and what she truly were; a human paladin serving the light and fighting for truth and justice. It was a small but warm thought that helped bringing some balance within her chaotic mind.<br/><br/>As nightfall descended and group decided camped and lit a fire not too far away from the cave entrance, Katrina stood a bit away from the fire and kept watch. Her senses were at their highest focus. Orange glowing eyes gazed out into the darkness of storm peaks, watching the lands as well as the very air. Her ears listened to anything else besides the wind howling like a wounded child, the distant noises of a roaring proto dragon, a pack of howling frost worgs. It was not the proto dragon or the wolves she feared, or even the risk of encountering a massive and unfriendly frost giant. What she feared was they were being lead into a trap. For the past few days, the demon within the paladin had remained silent. She did not like listening to his taunts and lectures, but his silence was even harder to endure.<br/>"What do you think of this so far? Something about this location, this side quest does not feel right." She tried to make him speak, keeping her voice down to not let any others hear her, even though the wind itself effectively drowned her whisper. If they would find out about her demonic guest, they might become distrustful of her, and that would be a disadvantage to the whole group. She might need their aid, and they might need her if they all wished to enter and exit the cavern alive.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>