When Ffamran sil Vadris awoke, he wasn't all that pleased.

Lying in the snow, a dozen thoughts were flying through his head. Things like how cold he was, how the spirits were [i]not[/i] pleased, how he hated the snow, how it seemed that the lady of the light had decided to try and make him one of her pawns, the magic energy in the air was as off-putting to him as it was to the spirits, and that [i]he hated how cold this damned snow was.[/i]

His thoughts were immediately halted as he became aware of his surroundings however, specifically of the woman who spoke to them, and the burnt remains of the village behind her.

"Beoulve." He said, giving her a look that, while not necessarily [i]welcoming[/i], was at the very least respectful. It was probably best described as grim acceptance of the current situation, if one had to assign a label to it. "I suppose it was too much to ask to pass on in peace. Am I to assume you know what is going on?"

Slowly, he stood up, brushing off the snow that clung to his robes. It was only at that moment that he realised they [i]were[/i] in fact robes, and not the armour he had been wearing at the time of his passing, and sighed. Well, that was just perfect… No wonder he was so cold! At least his armour had been somewhat built to withstand colder climates. His robes though, they were made for the [i]desert![/i] Light and reflective to heat! Wearing them in this kind of climate without shelter was just asking for trouble!

Still, despite his displeasure at his current attire, he returned his gaze to Ravness. This woman was a capable warrior, skilled enough to have taken his life in one on one combat. He may not have especially liked the woman, but he decided that, if nothing else, he should at least see what she had to say.

"Very well." The ancient prince said. "I will admit that I do not fully understand the situation, so I will hear you out, as one who has proven themselves against me. However, I will state right now that I have no intention of becoming one of the Pale Lady's hounds. If I am to follow you, I will do it by my own will, not hers."

And then his expression hardened, his gaze becoming sharper as he spoke once more.

"But first, I have a question, not just for you, but for every dog of the light present." He said, turning to look at all the strangers in the snow around him. "After my death, what became of my home? What became of the people of Entei Bahara?"