Lorag gave a nod. "Yeah, it's been a while, but with how much training the Legion insisted on putting us through before we headed up there, I doubt I'll ever forget how to handle it. Skyrim has the kind of cold that can kill ya in minutes if you're not prepared, at least in some spots. I think Bruma's the same way; maybe not quite as bad, but still. We'll need fur, definitely. Nothin' we can find in this swamp will cut it. We'll need to either buy something when we get to the Imperial City, or kill something along the way. No way I'm headin' all the way up there without proper furs. Also, we'll need to carry around some good firewood with us all the time, instead of just lookin' for it when we need it. It takes up weight and space, but when you're cold, you might need a fire right then and there."

To both Meesei and Kaleeth, Lorag's description of the cold was less than encouraging. For a race designed for the warm, humid swamps, a snowstorm was a nightmare. Meesei had experienced a few cold nights in Cyrodiil, and even some light snow, but she doubted that Kaleeth had even [i]felt[/i] cold before, much less seen snow. Not that it was going to be much more pleasant for any of the others. "You see, this is why I much prefer the heat. While it is possible to die of overheating, it is much easier to freeze to death. Still, we have time to prepare, and given Lorag's training, we should have no issue. Since this is going to be our last real time together with Ariel before leaving the marsh, I would rather not spend it going over our worries. I would rather relax and talk about...whatever seems interesting. Do you have any ideas for what kind of potions to create for next year's festival, Ariel? I am sure that will be a great opportunity for you." Meesei asked, at which point she noticed Hides-In-Trees enter the inn. He did not take over for Rukeewei just yet, but it likely would not be long.