Arrow Lake Jol

The lake was frozen at its edges. Icy white fingers stretched out to the center, where the waters had not succumb to the winter chill.

It had taken a great deal of time for the soldier to find his way down to the lake’s shore. The paths from above were narrow, precarious. The snow made footing risky when not downright dangerous. Cad had moved as swiftly as he could. When he had finally found the edge of the lake, he breathed heavily and braced himself against the chill of winter.