Lightening flashed over our heads sending shock and inertia through Chance and myself. The blast knocked us to the ground and the accompanying crash of thunder shook our senses, momentarily leaving me at least, blind and deaf.

Regaining my senses I blinked while sight returned and then heard the sound of my own voice. “That was bloomin’ close!”

“Agreed.” replied Chance. “Way to close.”

“Right.” I nodded and began to move again. “The storm is upon us and we need to make certain the embassy is manned and open for sanctuary, then we should trek the Greenwood north of there.”

An icy gust of stinging, sleet laden wind blew hard into my face, freezing my voice. I pulled my hood and cloak closer to me covering my mouth and nose, bent my head into the wind and trudged on beside Chance.