The cold wind howled, rattling the branches with a ferocity that seemed almost alive.
Xion carefully guided Noxian along the rough path, his eyes flicking between the ground and the faintly glowing map hovering in his vision.
A neon blue screen displayed a town situated at the foot of the mountain.
Avondale was a prosperous town, filled with locals and travelers.
Many who wished to go to the Royal capital would mostly pass through this town while others stayed here for the precious items they could get from the nearby valleys.
And that was going to be their next destination.
They would either spend a night in an inn or continue traveling. In the end, all of it depended on the weather.
As if on cue, thunder rumbled low in the distance, pulling him out of his musings.
Noxian barely noticed the weather turning foul, or the cold wind slapping his face. He bounced with every step, his little feet splashing through puddles scattered along the path.
