Reaching down, Sasara slid a rock over the edge of the frayed knot, holding the ends of the rope down in place… it was sturdy enough for what he could manage in the low light. He let out a cold breath—it puffed out in front of him, not nearly as dazzling as the other glowing crystals in his immediate surroundings.
It was dark, damp, and frigid. Why would someone be out here in this slightly snowy weather? Well, on...
