Duskfire Glacier handful

where are we? faust’s voice was hoarse, a low rumble as he shifted slightly, testing the limits of his battered body. his green eyes followed asha’s movements, curiosity tempered by the lingering haze of pain.

he swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the ache, his gaze scanning the cavern. the walls seemed to loom, their jagged edges casting long shadows in the dim light. his tone softened, carrying a hint of wry amusement despite his state.

not that i complain—alive is better than dead.