Valthos heard the stories of course about such specters. Indeed he could still see the body covered in her own snow covered cloak. Often told as a part of their trope as haunting stories to warm children about the horrors of the outside world and how sometimes the dead do not stay dead. This specter of the tale he knew was dubbed the Frost Maiden, and told the warning of protecting your fires from the elements lest the cold claim you and welcome this being into your camp. The story however was supposedly just a metaphor for staving off the frost. To never let the warmth of your fire die lest you fall to sleep forever. Keep it strong and safe. Seeing her was considered an omen of death. Capable of freezing your very blood with a mere touch, all it seeks is warmth as it was the last memory it held in life and still clings to in desperation.<br/><br/>However this story was not just metaphor for this apparition, this spirit of the dead was very real. Drawn to the fire between them her spirit was just as it was in death. Jalna had her sword at the ready but it seemed not to even care as the she walked<em>through</em>the sword and Jalna saw the sword frost over and her fingers felt an icy chill through her gloves. She extended her hands, her body shaking a touch, as if still suffering from the cold that claimed her. As she did, the strength of the fire began to flicker as if she was trying to absorb the heat.<strong>"So... cold..."</strong>The perception of the others that could not see her was one of which they saw the flames start to lose their luster, the chill in the room settling into their flesh. Waywocket's cunning kept the worst from happening to the fire was she used some ingenuity to make a tarp to cover the caves opening and keep the winds from snuffing the flames out. Valthos' precautions of gathering extra wood would help keep the fire strong.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the Frost Maiden shuddered as she knelt down near the flames clasping her cloak together as best as she could manage. Sumara and Wren felt the awful chill reach their sides and both turned towards each other to see the specter in all her macabre splendor staring at the fire with eyes held shut by frozen tears. Lips pale and skin white as the snow.