"No, the voice that I heard when I first came here. The one that told me to wake up?" He paused, worried that no one else experienced that. "Did that happen to you?"

With Tazendra giving the okay to move, Duster thankfully hugged himself and nodded. He never could get used to the cold weather, considering he grew up in a warm oceanside town, and this could have been the worst place to wake up.

In the dim weather, Duster peered through the snow in search of a landmark. To the southeast was a large structure. House or not, it was shelter. "Do you see that?" He pointed in the direction where the Mines lay, though he wasn't aware of what they were. "We can keep on talking there."