[hr][h1][color=silver][center]Argentum[/center][/color][/h1][hr]

A cold sensation fell over Argen, he knew you began to feel colder as you are dying as the warm blood leaves your body. He became scared as it seemed as if he was about to die in his sleep, but he wouldn't let himself silently go into the night as if he had a chance to live he would go for it. He musters what he can from his body and bursts out of the snow in a roar as he is still blurry eyed and a bit exhausted. There seems to be more energy in him than he thought as he is dying but that means he can take down what is there. As he looked it was fine and everyone seemed alright as he sighed a heavy breath and frustratingly dig out his large bear pelt and begins to clear it off and place it on a log near the fire as he sat down on it.

The cold soaked through to his bones now as he now begins to warm himself at the fire and sigh a large breath again not out of frustration, but out of anger as he didn't have a single idea of what happened but now he is awake. As Ettamri spoke of his stew he just waved his hand and said, [color=silver]"It's fine even if you told me it was bad I wouldn't care all too much, in the end it is food. But I do understand the pain as I too am a bit hungry myself"[/color]. As he begins to dig through his bag to grab some jerky. Nothing too great but it fills the body enough to survive.

[color=silver][i]The cold is absolutely terrible. It comes with snow. Snow gets everywhere and makes life hard as hell when it melt and makes it hard to just live as now your groin is now freezing. God I hate snow[/i][/color]. Argen looks off to his left towards the snow with a bit of anger in his eyes as he just eats his jerky and places a large pack of snow in his pot to begin to melt to make hot water. It is good to keep the body warm, and not to make Argen want to figure out a way to destroy the existence of snow itself.