Chern crossed his arms as he got off the carriage, followed shortly by Rosaline. The driver tipped his hat at them as they walked with the two guards they'd brought behind them. He shivered and then sneezed as they approached the gate. The air smelled cold and dead to to his sensibilities, he was far too used to Saffron's warm floral gardens. It was almost like being allergic to the absence of allergens.