"Perhaps you do not understand, Leila" he said, somehow learning her name despite her not giving it. His eyes locked with hers, and he clenched his jaw, the rest of his body tightening too. "Without my guidance, you will die" he told her. "A toll must be paid, and I have named the terms. Submit, or you will freeze to death where you sit" he said, then the wind ripped through the camp, as though the walls had been taking away. The fire vanished, and moisture covered her body from the wind. Even the trees arched from the powerful gusts, and the wind had an icey touch. The rain came through, and began pouring down on her, the blistering cold digging deep in to her skin... And Bak'Ran just watched, until she was ready to ask for help.