Spring 75, 511 AV
Sharth put on his leather tool belt, having finally gotten tired of being inside of Avanthal's walls. He had to get out of civilization, if only for a little while. He saw some small rocky outcrops or mountains or whatever they called lining the Icewall Gates. They didn't look too dangerous or high. He figured he could scale them with ease. He could probably go get some rock to practice sculpting and carving. He grabbed his large backpack and began packing tools. He stowed in his tightly bound Miner's kit, three coils of rope, some flint and steel, two torches, a pint of oil, his Waterskin, and he placed his spyglass on top. He grabbed his spade, pick, and grappling hook, and attached them to his belt.
Satisfied he had everything, he picked up his quarterstaff. He ran his finger along the vine, and said a silent prayer to Caiyha. "May you help guide me to waste none of your creations, nor waste my own potential. Keep all innocents alive. Thank you my Goddess." He stood up and walked out, using his staff as a walking stick. He left the Warrens and checked the weather. He was no expert, but the sky looked clear. He figured he had all day to explore the rocky ridges. As he stepped through the snow toward the gates, his fur began to change from it's standard black to snowy white. The further from the buildings he went, the whiter he turned. He stopped for a moment, stretched his arms wide and took in a deep breath of the icy air, ready to get on with his journey.