Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20160808192850/@comment-5735114-20160815191509

As the two bandits walked amongst the mountains, Garvut had great fun practicing his flame spell on their snowy surroundings. Even though his armor wasn't the best for keeping out the cold, his warm spell and cheery demeanor left him not feeling the cold whatsoever. Frena, on the other hand, was oft about to complain about his method of merrymaking, but restrained herself because the flames were more or less the only reason she wasn't freezing.

Eventually even melting snow got boring for Garvut, and he stopped with his spellcasting. Frena's suspicions were quickly confirmed and she began to shiver, and the absence of Garvut's jovial chuckles, whose resounding echoes had irritated her before, now left an empty silence. Thus the two walked on in the cold quiet, until Frena could just barely see the silhouette of what appeared to be a large castle through the fog. Excited at the prospect of the cold trek being over, she unconsciously began walking slightly faster.