Crucible of Chaos by Sebastien de Castell
Estevar hauled up on his mule as Castle Aramor came into view through the dampening fog. The mule turned back with a baleful look.
“I know, I know. Do you think I’m enjoying this foul weather any more than you are?”
The mule dipped its head and turned it slightly aslant, looking upward at Estevar, as if to note that while they both shared the same weather, only one of them had the other’s weight as additional burden. A substantial weight at that Estevar had to acknowledge.
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