It was cold. It was so cold, and Imliss was gone, and she was so tired...
She closed her eyes.
She hadn't been expecting to open them again.
No two stories agreed. Well, the presence of giant spiders was a constant; beyond that everyone had a different story. Just stay away from it, I guess.
I think I can do that.
How tough are orcs? How good are their senses?
Elf-like, but adapted to the dark. We didn't have much trouble killing them but we're armored.
Well, we can be wolves the size of a horse and also generate sufficiently lethal quantities of ice. ...I might be being too optimistic because I want to come home but I don't have a good way to tell.
Well, if you think it's safe for me I'm probably not being insufficiently paranoid to think so.
She inquires with Dwarves as to when there are likely to be Dwarves going in the direction of Doriath.
Four months is enough time to bring everything they're currently doing to a satisfactory conclusion. Is it enough time to arrange to be with the caravan?
They can go around it if that's the case. Doriath isn't their desired final destination.
Awesome!
She gleefully reports the approaching date of departure to her husband. Her husband who she's going to ~see again~
I understand. I love you and I completely get why you would want to be paranoid about this.
It will have a pair of humans slash werewolves accompanying it!
Well, it's kinda slow, yeah, but it's not over lethal ice or in unrelenting darkness, so, way better than the last time she traveled with a large group of people.