"I've never seen shadow magic this concentrated," Gale's expression turned very solemn as he reached a hand out into the darkness. Yet before he could even place his hand properly into the gloom, the bone-chilling cold forced him to pull it back. He turned to Ethemon and said, "If we have to press on, we must be careful not to step outside the reach of the torchlight, or we will surely be swallowed whole. Whoever made the shadows descend upon this land, they are no ordinary spellcaster, and they certainly aren't afraid of the punishment Mystra might bring for doing this."
"Damn it, I haven't felt anything resembling cold since the day I was built. Can you believe I'm actually feeling cold? I think my engine's about to freeze solid," Karlach tapped her chest, producing a dull thudding sound.
"Doesn't that just help cool your machinery down a bit?" Wyll, holding a torch as he walked beside her, couldn't help a joke upon hearing Karlach say that, though his expression soon turned somewhat anxious. "I wonder how the Consultant is doing, and if she made it safely to Moonrise Towers. To find my father."
Chapter 80