He thrashed and emerged from the snow drift gasping for breath, in the middle of the street of Skymount. Passing griffons were muttering to themselves, seeing the local baron having been passed out in the snow in the middle of the day. Several brave souls had even drawn themselves closer to see if he was alright. He stumbled to his feet, shaking off the snow and the piercing cold, looking around blearily and trying to get his bearings.