Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160322234619/@comment-32663439-20160401035022

Vidrik was riding at the back of the group like before. His beard was largely frozen in icicles that had formed, though he maintained his stoic expression as he proceeded onwards. Icicles also hung off of the antlers of his stag. He had long since put away his tools and such. He had to focus on getting through the ice and snow; inventions would have to wait.