<blockquote class="uncited"><div>'i know a place, but it may take some getting used to.' trixie says.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Roma, still kneeling in front of trixie, shivered as a slight gust of the cold northlands blew around her slimed, rag-covered body.<br/><br/>"I th-think I'll be able to cope..." she chatters, trying to sound nonchalant, but she's clearly in need of some shelter.