Don't be Caught

Clora relaxed, and looked out at the sands whipping past.

"The storm will pass soon enough. There will be a brief respite in the morn. You should be able to move your caravan then."

"How brief?"

"A few hours. The storms haunt the spires, they hunt for spirits from the sundering crusades. For the evils that the Necromancers tore out of the shadowlands between here and the lands of the dead." She touched Minerva gently on her arm. "Don't be caught in the storm. Don't allow the child to be caught by them, and certainly hide her power from them."