Location:The Gate — the cut: the narrows, the slot, the mouth
Date/Time:24 Frostforge 9943 AZI, Restday, before dawn → morning
Realm:Lower Realm
The cut breathed out, a little before dawn, and Eden felt it on her face before anything else had told her a thing.
It was a long, slow movement of air down the stone, colder than the cold she had been sitting in, and it came from above, out of the dark where the cut went up past the narrows and kept going. For two nights the air in the cut had hung still, or crept upward with the warmth of the yard behind it. Now it was coming down. Something above had opened a door, or a great many bodies were moving in a narrow place and pushing the air ahead of them, and she knew which before she had the handheld out of her coat.
Zhi was round her left forearm under the sleeve, a cool weight, and he went colder.
[Coming down,] he said. [Lots of warm. Far up. Coming down.]
"How many?"
