Following the path was easier than expected. Though they made some noise with some misplaced footing, not to mention all the speech they were making, they didn't seem to alert anything hunting for their blood. They did seem to pass by the marked territory of a few beasts, but as long as they were swift (and they were), nothing would come of it.<br/><br/>Today, cruel fate would ensure that Y'mir had no chance to seduce any lusty beasts of the wood. As the party came closer to their destination, a creeping cold set in. While no harm came to them, their hairs were definitely standing on end, clinging on to whatever scrap of warmth they could muster. The cold was un-natural at best. Not a hundred yards back, they had felt the warmth of a springtime noon. Now they felt winter's nightly chill.<br/><br/>Magic was likely at work here as the abandoned fort came into sight. What could radiate such power, one might wonder?