[center][h2][b][color=f7976a]Vamyr Turambar[/color][/b][/h2][/center]
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The hiss and blast of air that briefly vacated the smoke was almost enough to make him turn around, but the door opened before Vamyr could decide the appropriate reaction. Instead, the man raised an eyebrow at the wizened wizard’s greeting coming through the door. Surely he hadn’t expected anyone to actually [i]read[/i] such a cryptic engraving? And a man of all people. That the wizard had known to match his face to his name was a shock that struck as he was considering leaning on the wall versus sitting down. He chose the wall a few paces away from the female elf, closer to the door. This was a room full of strangers, and at least two of them looked like they could use weapons. He wasn't nervous, but only a fool didn't take precaution. The others had questions enough, so he quietly waited, trying to pick names from the conversations to match with faces. As things quieted, he spoke up.

[color=f7976a]”It wouldn’t be wise to rush a wizard,”[/color] Vamyr began carefully, [color=f7976a]”but my horse is hitched out in the cold, and I rather not leave him to suffer longer than necessary.”[/color] To the others it might be silly, but that horse was a great investment of both wealth and emotion. It was cruel to make it sit out in the cold any longer than necessary. Besides which, he was now certain that it would be dark before he could pitch camp tonight. Maybe if he raised one side of the tent and had Fred lay down, they could huddle up for warmth and use the snow as insulation. He sighed in resignation.