Camilla nodded thoughtfully, sparing a careful glance at Cydric's move to grab his sword. Having grown up in Tilea and immersed in its literature she could understand the allure of a a debt of honor. She touched the big mercenary back comfortingly and then began to gently massage the muscles. It was a bit like trying to massage granite but he seemed not to object. It turned out that a surprising number of courtesan skills were transferable to other situations. She grinned wickedly behind Cydric's back, some of them more transferable than others of course.

"Well as soon as the storm breaks we will be there," she said confidently and peered out into the roiling storm of ice. Northern winters were a thing to behold. In Tilea she had seen snows only on the high mountains but here it seemed to drown the land. It was a marvel the whole world didn't flood when it melted in the spring. Talk of Norscan warriors settled poorly on her mind. She and Cydric had fought their share of the agents of chaos and a onetime champion of Sl...., her mind skipped over the name unconsciously, had once claimed it was her destiny to serve him. That Champion was dead now, is rotting brains blown out with enchanted powder at a hidden keep in the Reikwald. Still... she shifted a little closer to the fire.

"I don't suppose it will do much good when we cant see ten feet infont of us, but why don't I take the first watch?"

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Morning broke clear and bitingly cold. Camilla climed out of the improvised lean to and was surpsised to discover the outside of the pine branches had been had been completely sheathed in white ice. In fact, the whole world appeared to be coated in a layer of frozen ice. She put her foot down experimentally and felt it crack beneath her boot in a spiderweb that radiated from the pressure point.

"Morning," Cydric called to her from halfway up the canyon. Judging by the cracks in the ice he had clearly been scouting. He tossed her a pair of cold sausages and she snatched them from the air with her gymnasts relexes. The made it out to the road without to much difficulty to find the entire mountain path frozen solid. Fortunately the layer was thin and crunched under foot rather than forming a slippery death trap. In the distance she could see smoke rising above the tree line.

"That must be Kennenburg, we should be there in time for some real breakfast," she said with a smile and a critical glance at the sausage. 

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