<div align="center">(http://contritionguild.com/Zylvyn/summoner%20cropped.jpg)<br/><strong>Xelise Arralia T'iar</strong></div>A black cloak is barely visible through a mound of snow, nearby.  It doesn't even look to be moving.  Another casualty of a snow slide, perhaps...  But far more likely, and in this case accurately, is that the wearer is just resting a moment, to recover from almost dying.<br/><br/>One gloved hand reaches out from underneath the snow, and then a second to match it, before some soft muttering curses can be heard in the Drow tongue.  The hands flex, and then push down against the snow, doing a makeshift pushup, and heaving a whole lot more snow off of the figure as it comes to a stand, sharp eyes peering out from underneath his cloak.  Xelise murmurs something about hell freezing over, again in Drow, before slowly ambling his way over to the other survivors.<br/><br/>"Ugh", universal and simple, as a single syllable, it summarizes how he feels about all of this nonsense...  but done is done, and now the pass is blocked.  There really is no turning back now.