The voice giggled, and chattered again in its musical language, as the pants continued their retreat.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Zeldana</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>"Aww,"</em> it said. <em>"He's cute. And chivalrous. And no doubt freezing his balls off!"</em><br/></div></div><br/>As if to gove Roga the lie, a sudden gust blew through the clearing, cutting away whatever warmth remained from the earlier swim. If the two didn't do something soon, there was a very real chance of frostbite.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OoC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Unless you have a very immediate solution to the cold weather, I will require fortitude saves (DC 15), or take 1d6 nonlethal damage.<br/></div></div>