After a short breakfast, Val and Adrien left the tower - the sun had yet to rise behind their backs as they made their way down the hill, so they walked by a magical light which Val had summoned to help them see the path. The air was damp and chilly, and it stuck to Adrien's mouth as a cloud of vapor; the road was still patched with old snow - and where the snow had melted, the soil was frozen and made their hike difficult.