Chains
Sael and the rest were making their way silently down through the caves. Despite the frozen nature of the surface, the cave was surprisingly mild. Neither hot nor cold with air that simply tasted of stone. Still, wearing his dark scale armor but no longer filling it with flames for warmth he moved like a dark shade. Beneath his steps, the hard stone turned soft making no sound as he marched forward. Beside him, Aoife padded forth silently on panther paws with the eyes of a hunting owl and scale covered holes where her nose had been. Behind him came Gaeren and his werewolves moving as silently as death.