The next few days of travelling were terrible for Aelin. No matter what she tried, the wind found its way into her jacket and trousers, making her shiver with every step. She had, in her hurry to get away, not packed nearly eough warm clothing fearing it would weigh her down. She cursed Rowan, the gods and herself for being so very stupid, as se crouched into the wind that was stinging her fac e. She wasn't very sure how she would find what she was looking for, but the merchant in Xandria seemed to think that they would come to you.