For a moment, those around Meesei became concerned when she rushed to the fire. If she was in a rush, they likely reasoned that her news was urgent, possibly dire. Her explanation served to calm their nerves somewhat. The mention of Finley lit up a few eyes in recognition.

"How decadent," Janius said, "he stops over at a nice, fire-warmed building."

Fendros had sat himself up against Ahnasha to share warmth as they had on the way to Bruma. He responded more directly to Meesei's comment. "Well, it's why there are plenty of Nords here. They don't really feel the cold as much, from what I hear."

"'Tis true," Oswall said. Whether he had Nord blood or not, he didn't seem quite as bothered by the cold. He angled his head at Meesei and then decided to get up and walk to one of the warband's small luggage piles.

"Times like this, I wish I was born a Nord, instead of just looking a bit like one," Janius said slightly bitterly as he looked into the flames.

Oswall returned with a fur blanket and tossed it in Meesei's direction. "Wrap up, champion. You may be Hircine's chosen, but I've seen too many Argonian initiates die of exposure up here where others survive." Oswall walked back to his seat and eased himself down. "Now, what is our strategy moving forward? Will we follow him during the night if he leaves early, or wait for the sun before we break camp?"