Nigel heard the moaning sounds of the deranged outside his room. The mumbling sounds of a language he couldn’t fathom was spoken and answered. His foot throbbed from the injury. Blanka couldn’t find any ice, but she’d fought countless foes trying to get some of the fallen snow.

“It’s getting worse outside, Nigel. I don’t know how these people are getting sick,” Blanka said.

“It’s the cabal. We need to put a stop to their actions.”

“Don’t you have someone on the inside?”

“I think so; I spoke to him for just a brief time. But I think he will help us. I need to get back to the radio and help Milo rally the troops.”

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“We will find a way tomorrow. Now rest, my love,” Blanka said as she kissed his forehead.

The next morning, he was able to walk on his foot.

I guess I didn’t break it, Nigel thought.

“It’s good to see you on your feet again,” Vedrana said.

“Blanka mentioned that we need some supplies. Are we going to risk entering Northpoint?”

“What’s Northpoint?” Nigel asked.

“It’s the town just north of the lodge. We were going to try to find a hardware store.”

“If you are going to town, I want to go with you. I know what we need to fix the stairs.”

Vedrana gave him a concerned look. “But your foot; it’s injured.”

“It’s already feeling better. I didn’t break it. See, I can walk on it,” Nigel said, trying to demonstrate.

He winced as a sharp pain shot through him.

“I don’t think you’re in any condition to leave here. But I will get you some pain medicine.”