Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191026122532/@comment-5543592-20191026190943

Nyasia's lean build and lack of familiarity with the cold did not led itself to this weather. She had draped a blanket over her shoulders and it was still not enough. She wrapped her arms around herself, breathing misting. She could ever remember being truly cold. The times she had felt cold in the past--stepping out of the bath for a towel, chancing the night air without a shawl--did not compare in anyway to whatever this hell was. She aware that this was not even all that cold, compared to place such as northern Skyrim. The thought did not comfort her.

Scaldor had not changed attire. He seemed to be equally impervious to the cold as to the heat.