The battle in the pass had been won, but the cost was steep. The Raven Clan—cold, exhausted, and mourning their dead—huddled in the rocky defile as Lord Osric WindHammer stood before the sheer, icy face of the mountain. Caer Y Cudd. Home. It presented no gate, no door, only an unbroken cliff face. "Malach," Osric ordered, his voice raw. The Ranger stepped forward. "You found the pass. Now, find the door." Malach and his 'Fist' of Rangers ran their hands over the frozen rock, searching for the...