They had arrived deep into Faeruin Autumns, and the trees have begun to take on a reddish hue as the temperature changed. The intensity of the red that washed through the foliage of the forest was like a raging forest fire even though the temperature was steadily getting colder. Shawn Havel was sitting in a stream, cradling his staff and shivering incessantly from the cold. For some reason, he firmly refused to leave his weapon by the bank, and his mulish behavior led to both of his exposed arms being numb, tired, and chilled at the same time.
“Is it over yet?” Shawn asked, his lips pale and cracked from the cold.
“I can see the smoke already.” Just two feet away, the drow snorted at the mage while he himself was also enduring the cold.
Coughing terribly, he mustered, “This is hardly th
