While the rest of the party babbled on, Sage followed quietly behind, with slender arms hugging herself protectively as small wisps of vapour escaped her lips. The sorceress's dark clothes were hardly a match for the biting air, clutching at her so closely they may as well have been a second skin; their purpose to entice rather than shield. She was already regretting the decision to tough out the weather instead of finding the coin required for that thick woolly blanket, especially as she noted the beginning of a light snow fall.<br/><br/>And to think that the weather was the least of their problems...<br/><br/>Unlike the rest of the party, the spellcaster found it difficult to forget the bloodcurdling screams of the night before; the image of worgs feasting on the flesh of their fellow travellers a difficult memory to erase. Even after slitting her fair share of throats, nothing could have prepared her for the display of vicious rage and bloodlust shown by nature's beasts. A sight which made it a wonder that any of them made it out at all. The next shiver which coursed through her was hardly from the cold as she recalled the gory scene and her close nick with death. It was something she'd be sure to try and forget within the protective cover of Falcon's Hollow.<br/><br/>"Aye, fun..." she muttered upon hearing Cissinei's words, hugging herself even tighter as they passed the sign and a small chill touched her bared back.