I saw Daelin heave himself up to the roof of the building in progress. He leapt across the roof tops with agility and I folowed not too far behind. Daelin looked back and made a running jump from his roof to mine. He missed, his fingers scrammbling for a hold of the railing. I grabbed him by the collar a dragged him to safety.

Daelin caughed, "Thanks, now, the third shot of your crossbow has a rope tied to it. Fire towards the ground."

The two shadow's followed us over the tops of the building with ease. Daelin shot his bow and the rope flew into the floor of another shop. He drew his sword and repelled to the ground. I shot mine and and grabbed the rope, hurtling myself and landing on my feet. Daelin cut the ropes and stopped.

"There he is," Daelin stared around the corner. Darin stood, unarmed andhis Soulfire extinguished. "What is he doing?"

"He's waiting."

Darin boomed in a low voice, "I thought you would never come, Zurilod. I thought you would run and hide."

I stepped around to face him, "I am not afraid of you, Darin."

"Hmm...very unwise of you," Darin stepped up to me, inches from my face and tackled me. When I hit the ground, I noticed it was soft. I stood and threw Darin off.

"The dangers of Icecrown are enough to eradicate you," Darin vanished. I noticed a small cave out of the corner of my eye. A small flame dispersed in the darkness and a grunt suggested life. I stepped near the cave.

"Zurilod," called a raspy voice. "Come inside and sit, I will tell you my story. I walked carefully into the cave and found a rock away from the blistering wind.

"I have been here a month," said the voice in a dark corner. I squinted through the mist trying to find from whom the voice emitted. The source leaned forward. His green eyes were burried in wrinkles that outlined battle scars and worn years. Grey hair laced the aged face and the elder spoke, "I come from a world where you do not win, Zurilod."