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With the sun close to setting, Dragomir knew it would be wisest to follow the mountain ridges home after his time spent in the Hinterlands. He would need to report to Hydra and probably explain why he'd been gone for a few days. But the boy reached the top of a high path with flanks heaving and mouth dry, having chanced the treacherous mountain instead of looping back around again, and below, he could see a crack in the ice where the mountain rivers wound down into Lake Rodney.

Passing his tongue over his cracked lips once, the youth made the decision to swing into the valley just long enough to quench his thirst before heading well and truly home. It was a quick lope that carried him down from the heights and up to the river's edge. He bent to drink, flinching once when the icy water touched his tongue.

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