They boarded the carriage the woman had used earlier to transport Thorn to the auction house.
The carriage stopped in the middle of the magic circle, and the woman stepped down, channeling her magic into the circle. The circle lit up, and they disappeared.
Elora looked out the window; on all sides were snowy mountain peaks, and the carriage was driving along a snowy trail in the middle.
Thorn rampaged through his ring in search of warm fur or clothing, but found none.
He shivered as a gust of cold wind blew into the carriage, and he sneezed, his eyes watering with tears.
Thorn rubbed his eyes, then he felt a warm fur jacket draped over his shoulder, and he looked up gratefully at Elora.
"When we get back to town, I'll buy you some clothes. You didn't pack anything decent, did you?" Elora asked, her tone carrying a hint of irritation. She shot him a glare, recalling how he'd snuck into her carriage.
