Drysyval didn't mind the cold of Winterhold. It was similar to that of his home in High Rock, and if anything, made him feel more relaxed in Skyrim. He was recruiting members to his guild all throughout Skyrim, and he was going to end his trip within the College of Winterhold. Thankfully, he had already met several of the people within the college during his travels, so getting within to converse was no trouble. 

He came to the college with one goal in mind, and that goal was to donate to the college. Drysyval was going to donate a large sum to the college, to further magical studies and training for a new age. Of course, Drysyval was incredibly young, and was probably already considered part of the new age, but that was irrelevant.

Now, it took quite a bit for the college to accept such a donation, but he eventually convinced them that it would be for the best. On top of that, Drysyval would continue to fund everything the college needed, for as long as they continue to further magical thought, as well as keep some ties to The Order of Silver Twilight. 


Oh well, he would just sit in the courtyard talking to his friends. He rarely spoke to them face to face, so it was good to talk to them, and much easier than writing letters.

Speaking of, he needed to write more letters tonight. He probably had more friends then needed, but who rejects friends?