Wheeling Gull Isle and brought to an end their earthly days

This herbalist looked like he had a plan that Komal did not. Tarot powered on with the one-eyed snowflake in tow, battling through the wind. It was all he could do to keep the man in his sights. Fuck being left alone out here. He didn't seem like the talking type, so didn't try yet. Having someone to follow was enough. 

The path they took was dangerous and slippery. Easy enough in better weather for anyone but in this tempest, you had to be quick and nimble. He prayed to the Lady of the Great Deep to not take his life, not Tarot's. Soon, the treeline seemed to be their destination and he was glad for it, pushing up alongside Tarot now, head low and pitifully scared. He just wanted the calm again.