Three days later, a howling blizzard descended upon the southern valleys, burying the pine gorges under four feet of fresh powder. On the high switchbacks of the Whispering Pass—the primary trade artery connecting Mount Fenrir to the eastern settlements—a supply convoy of eight heavy timber sledges laden with grain, smoked fish, and medicinal herbs was slowly navigating the treacherous snow-covered ledge. Escorting the convoy were twenty Frostfang warriors led by…
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