It might be hard at first to reconcile their surroundings with his last visit. That final leg of their cross-country trek was done in the height of summer, when only a few patches of snow lingered on the higher parts of the path; when all of them were weary and distracted by fears of what lay at the end of their journey. The cloud-smudged peaks looming over them cut a familiar profile, though, and perhaps here and there is a hummock or a twisted tree that rings a bell for the captain.

"I used to bring the boys out here to teach them how to find their way around," Terentius answers. The old legionnaire is peering around much like Jim is. "Trapping, that sort of thing. Sometimes I still teach a few of the youngsters, but I haven't been in this particular area for a long time."

"It's not too easy to stumble on," Felix says over his shoulder. "The snow makes it easier to go astray, but... we have the path, I'm sure. We'll have to leave you and the horses once we're in sight, uncle- the path isn't good for riding all the way in."

"Well, then you'd better make sure you deal with that dremora first. If you run into trouble I can't run past one of those monsters to help."