"Too cold for a swim," Möttul begins, "an' it rusts the gear. Point me to the Boot Burrows, and when I come back at sunrise we'll square up."
With little else worth saying, I get the directions necessary and back my way out the door, unwilling to turn my back to someone who will gladly stab it. Letting Max guide me as best he can based off the directions, it shouldn't be too difficult to get there in short order. A quick survey of the area, both to look for sentinels as well as to determine if there's anyone coming, is the first item on the agenda. If things look clearly defined, then it is but a few footsteps into the mouth of hell.
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