The warrior stops at Witchy Boy's words, not liking to be proven so blatantly wrong.  And so, the tip of that massive sword drives into the snow, careful to not impale anyone on its way in before sweeping out, the face serving as what could well be the world's least efficient shovel.  The urge to change the subject overwhelms Benny, who addresses the half-elf whilst shoveling.  "Don't worry, Maddy; the wood's treated.  It should be fine if it doesn't get worse, and I'll see to cleaning it up once we're settled in.  Try and find shelter for us."  The display swordsmanship during the command is actually quite impressive; this is more than brute strength at work to manage such a colossal blade.  Footing, handling, balance; the techniques required to even stay standing while swinging that monster are intricate.  "Does anybody have a shovel?  This ain't as easy as it looks."