“You’re most welcome,” He smiled.

	As the horses started to move once more, Derrix slipped his thick helmet back on, immediately missing the smell of the rain. He licked his tongue across his teeth, taking in the last of the salt. He looked over at Sana as she questioned his origin.

	“A very far far away land,” Derrix said with a hollow voice, “and you? Do you come from a place of snow?”