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Cold. It was all cold. Her skin was cold. The air she sucked into her lungs was cold. Hells, she could have sworn her bones chittered around beneath her flesh. Ciel scrambled out of the snowdrift in a panic. Through her ringing ears, she could make out some shouting and crashing all around her. The pain as she inhaled kindly informed her at least two of her ribs were cracked. She blinked out the snow from her eyes...

Lex arrived at the House a little later than usual today, but ever since having opened the Vault of Dragons with her companions, she'd been more busy, and more tired. Her muscles ached and she wanted nothing more than to feel the soothing waters of Eldath's altar around them. The Mother Guardian's priest looked up from his book and nodded as she passed, before returning to his reading. She only glimpsed the book title...