Regina
Rawntha pulled out his climbing axe, and unscrewed the cap that protected the spike on the bottom of the hilt. He grabbed the handle, just below the bearded head and used it like a walking stick.

"Alright. Lets be off."
Margaret
*Fey eyes her flute,* "How close to a walking stick can you get?" 
*And Sally speaks up, out loud, for the first time where the others can hear her.* "I'm alreayd long enough, and made of metal, dumbass. I'm strong enough already. Just make sure to polish me up well as way of apology for this indignity!"
*Fey gripes back in return* "Well, better than me felling and sliding down a whole mountain on my fine, ... Well, you know. While you're stuck in the snow for the next hundred years."
*Sally replies, much more cheerily,* "Point taken. Let's hike! I bet a futeful tune will sound heavenly from the top of a mountain, right? Onward, my pretties! Especially you, pretty boy whom we're hiking behind."

*Fey snorts, and using her flute for something rather unmusical, she hikes behind the others, at the rear, tethered to Kel in front of her.*
*She reminds Sally,* "And don't forget to help look around and behind us." 
*Sally,* "It's my job to remind **You**. Now shush, we're also supposed to be listening"
*Fey grumbles,* "I know ... Hey, you're the one who spoke up first!"
*Sally* "Shhhh!"*-es Fey as if the flute hadn't instigated up the whole thing in the first place.*
*Trudge, trudge, trudge, Fey and Sally keep their various senses peeled...*
Regina
Rawntha paused and turned to look at Fey... 
"Did you just have a conversation with your flute? And did I just hear it... Reply?"
Linda
"Oh, did I not speak up yet? Good day, High Lord Rawntha, my name is Sallieri. You may call me Sally. It is my utmost pleasure to meet you." *She puts on her 'I'm on my best behavior' voice, sounding nice and smooth and cultured."
Margaret
*Fey, meanwhile, glowers at Sally in a look that just screams, 'why you gettin' me in trouble now, for?' Heh*
Regina
"It's an... Interesting timing... To meet you miss Sallieri."

Ok. He still wasn't sure he wasn't going altitude crazy. But he'd never had that issue before. Fey was making an interesting face that seemed to him to indicate irritation aimed at the flute. So hopefully he wasn't losing his mind.

"Might I ask what's lead you to let us know of your presence now?"
Linda
"Oh, sometimes I just like to irritate the dumbass, here. She sure irritates *Me* Often enough."
*Fey scoffs,* "How do I ... Oh, nevermind. You're just so fun to irritate!"
*Sally snorts* "You make for a good little sister. I guess. If I had one for real, you'd be the ideal one. As aren't younger siblings pretty much made to annoy the hell out of their older, wiser siblings?"
*Fey rolls her eyes,* "Aren't you supposed to be the older, wiser one? You should have the wisdom and age to be able to let my ... Eccentricities just wash right over you!"
*Sally hmph's,* "Yes, I do have the wisdom and age. ... To be your wise advisor. Which you so *Desperately* Need."
*Fey,* "Why you..."
*If Sally had a face, a cheshire-like grin would be there now, you can hear it in her voice*, "Yezzz?"
*Fey hmph's. Since she was just asking Sally to make sure she doesn't fall off a damned* **Mountain**... *This wasn't the time to say she didn't need a 'wise advisor'*
Robert
He knew of weapons and artifacts that would speak to their wielder yet, this was very different. The artifact seems to be able to be aware of its surroundings and project its voice to be heard. As he pondered over this a gust reminded him to stay on point and not pick at the conversation.
Margaret
*Well, at least the moment had come to not pursue the sibling-like sniping she had been doing with her flute. So, Fey and Sally returned to what they were supposed to be doing — keeping their senses peeled, especially to the sides and behind them, while also keeping an eye on the path enough to not miss where to step.*
*Sally thinks back at Fey* . O O ( wonder if crow-guy heard us enough to recognize my voice from his dreams? ) 
*Fey* . O O ( we'll find out soon enough ) 
*And they resume quieter job-doing*
Regina
Rawntha thought to himself "Well, this keeps getting more interesting." 
He turned his attention back to following in Jeri's footsteps.
Robert
Keladan had completely forgotten about the magical armament that belonged to Fey. It sure was interesting. His thoughts about it and wanting to get a good examination of it to study some time almost made him forget about the cold that slowly crept over his body. His boots crunched over snow and he pulled his hood dither over his head to shelter from biting wind. 
 He had to add his thoughts to the conversation between magic thingy being and the tiefling thingy woman he couldn't help himself. 
"Even siblings that are neither older nor younger are quite the bother. The hell shalt be annoyed out of you no matter what!" 
 He chuckled in attempt to brighten his mood that was getting worse as the temperature inside of him decreased .
Angelique
Jeri was focused on walking but when the crew behind him started talking to mf's flute it was distracting. He was curious too and this made him slow down his walking. 

He had to add some dialogue himself. It would confirm if he was suffering delusions since the crew would stop and replace him. If not... Well he'd get an answer...

Jeri yelled back as loud as he could and hoped the wind would send the message back "Hey fey and uhm Sallieri..." He butchered the pronunciation "Do any of you know... About... Erm... " He struggled to word it... 

"About a man named jel-" As he was finishing his sentence a strong gust of roaring wind came from west and he heeded kro's warning. Taking no chances he plunged himself to the ground. 

As the wind whipped over top of him he dug his stuck into the ground for extra leverage. An overreaction from lack of experience but still he held on and hoped he wouldn't feel any violent tugs on the rope.
Robert
He had just snickered at Kel's comment when his long ears caught the sound of the wind "DOWN, DOWN!!" He took a knee, faced down to the grown, held the rope with his left, and placed his new wooden sword in the inner thigh of the leg that is bent and ready in case the rope pulls from either end. 

The gust came and hit him, it wasn't as strong as he thought. He was out of practice, but strong enough to make someone slip if not paying attention.
Margaret
*Fey hits the deck, noting the others doing so. Sally would go down with her, as opposed to being stuck in the ground like an anchor. Hope she didn't land on a spot that's too slippery! ... But, fortunately, seems not. She cinches her hood and cloak even tighter around her, huddling on the ground, one hand clasped tight around the rope attaching her to Kel, the other hanging onto Sally for dear life.*
*Sally would speak up to answer* **Jeri**'s *Question once the wind gust dies down*. "We can talk later about that. We'll have questions for you, too."