Narrow Pass

Sec had needed to get her winter cloak out while she was still well below the tree line and had been in the Hemel section of the Narrow Pass for some time prior to that. Truly as inhospitable a route as has existed anywhere, less than a day’s walk after she’d finally made her way clear of the noxious Mulgas clouds, she began climbing. The torchlight mountains ran along a good portion of the southern coast, daggers of frigid granite forming a necklace on Domovina. If the cold didn’t kill you, a fall down a seemingly endless sheer rock face might, why anyone built a road up here Sec couldn’t fathom. It didn’t help that the faces on the those torch statues looked oddly like her own...