DA FUNK . Frostblown merchants, Open

The trek here had been absolutely treacherous considering they'd never once stepped foot near the vast mountain ranges of the Iron Forged. Much less into the hearth of something so unbearably hot. The Frostblown was a wickedly cold place and seeing as several active volcanoes littered the area here, it was certainly not chilly. Alexi and their traveling companion had to ditch their coats and instead trudge along with their offerings. Ugh, kill me now, this heat...

Their short charcoal pelt had grown used to the icicles and their paw tips familiarized to the freezing temperatures of snow. Now it was hard crossing stone paths and by pillars through to the iron gate. Xi had never traversed here before and was uncertain about taking any further steps. Instead, they chose to settle there with their belongings and a loud 'whump!' as their arse met the solid ground.

Glancing back at their companion to make sure they were still following behind, Xi then checked in on the items tinkering about the satchel. Looks like everything is in working order, no tears, cracks, or holes. All that was left to do was be spotted by a passing patrol.

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