Chrrou looks to the speaker. "Frost worm? Is that its name? ...And you surprise me. I had not imagined you an expert of magical ritual."<br/><br/>He shrugs, reshouldering his pack and turning his attention back to the ladder. "That creature was not natural. Its hide shed blows. Though creature of ice, flames scarce touched it. Our enemy knew where we rested; not two hours later, a predator strong enough to rout us arrives and strikes without warning. Yes, I see more than nature at work. As for their power... a great white dragon leads them. Of course there is power at their disposal." The bitter words stop short, conceding the air to the bitter cold instead.