Dimitri awoke, body racked with several aches that hadn't been there a while ago. He was laying face down, a postion this monk most definately was not unfamiliar with that was for certain. Good thing he had been enjoying his latest brew and his head was still murky. however he slowly began to realize that whatever random aches and pains he was noticeing now would probably get worse as he sobered up. "Easy way to avoid that!" he murmed into the snow. Snow? He rolled onto his side, sucking air through his teeth at the unexpected protests of his aching muscles, It was cold. He was cold. Robes dappened from the snow but thankfully not completely soaked through yet. He relented to moving slower, wondering why his head was spinning more than usual. 

It had been a new brew he had sampled mind you, distilled from several rare mushrooms and a score of exotic botanincals from the Northern Wilds. The Northern Wilds. Maybe that was where he was right now. As he sat there waiting for his head to stop spinning, he realized that he had not journeyed to The Northern Wilds himself to aquire said ingredients. By whatever logic he could muster up, he was most definately not in the Northern Wilds. Furthermore; last he recalled, he had been airborne riding on the back of Digby which was probably not a good idea conisdering the fact that he had a flask full of his newest brew and the effects of it had yet to manifest.

The Easterm Ridges were no where near this cold at any rate, not even amidst the highest peaks so, where the hell was he? The monk's hand drifted to the flask at his waist. Another sip to help clear his thoughts! But his hand didn't brush the top of the familiar flask. he rocked back and forth a few times. No shifting of weight  either. He patted his waist more frantically now. "Shit, that flask costed me a fortune to have socketed! it has to be around here somewhere" he commented aloud as he scanned the immediate area. 

It took him several moments to fully realize how light he actually felt around the waist and once he did, his heart filled with dread almost instantly sobering him up...Almost. The mace was gone too. That was even more precious to him then his flask! Especially since the Healing catalyst had costed a much heavier price than coin. The lives of two dear friends that had went out with him to aquire the neccesary components. A major healing catalyst was a rare enough commodity in its own right, but this one, it was perhaps one the poccessions Dimitri cherished most due to the high price they all had to pay in order to get it. Now it was gone. 

He dragged himself to his feet, stumbling a bit until he caught his balance and after a few moments to stir his chi enough to dull the aches a bit more and raise his core temperature, he finally glanced around, taking in these new surroundings curiously. He was somehere high. That much was certain But still off in the distant silhouettes of mountains loomed overhead. The snow was falling too heavily for him to judge exactly how high this stone bridge truly was but the air felt thin. 

When one finds themselves in a relatively monochromeatic enviroment such as he was, certain things begin to stand out against the blankets of white snow. He squinted through the blizzard, vaguely making out the crude shape of a blueish roof behind him, along with the reflections of flames dancing against what walls were left of the structure. He sighed with a little relief. To be infront of those roaring flames would mean he would not have to rely on his chi as heavily to stay warm thus enabling him to focus more on probing out for the definitive feeling of the Catalysts that were linked to his soul. 

It was the best idea he could muster at the time, and besides, he would have fire there, and plenty of water from the snow, all he would need were a few ingredients and some kind of container and perhaps he would be able to brew something up to fend off this cold further. He carefully made his way towards the flames, tentatively scanning the area for his pocessions as he walked. Hopefully none had fallen off the bridge. Who knew how far up he was right now and the probing could only stretch so far from his immediate vicinity.