An Opportunity Seized

Hazard inwardly sighed in relief. The fact that Izroth held no grudge against him and did not outright turn him away was already a huge win in his eyes.

"Leave it to me. I know this place like the back of my hand." Hazard said confidently.

...

Approximately thirty minutes later...

Hazard's steps came to a halt as he stood at the bottom of a steep mountainside. His body shivered as breath mist escaped his mouth.

"I really hate coming to this place..." Hazard muttered to himself.

The air in this particular part of Fragul's Valley was unusually cold and numbed one's movements. If a player stayed too long in this kind of environment, they would be riddled with debuffs and eventually fall to the monsters that lurked nearby.

"This is the place," Hazard confirmed as he looked at Izroth, who seemed completely unaffected by the cold air.