Ankyra Sound Any wind means we're running

As Eprhaim scouted out the edge of the Hougeda-like structure, Tux's attention returned to the sky.  The storm had been approaching for days now, though it presently looked angrier than ever.  Seems cold, Ephraim says, and he pulls his attention back to the task at hand.  Cold? he says, leaning in closer.  He's reminded of the grotto in which the black-masked woman had disappeared, and belatedly he realizes this might be it.  Okay.  Something in his gut tells him, I think it gets dark down there, but perhaps he is wrong.

He takes a step or two in and then turns back around to look at Ephraim expectantly.