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[color=DCD1FD]ᴛɪᴍᴇ |[/color] Morning
[color=DCD1FD]ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ |[/color] Cabin, North Pass
[color=DCD1FD]ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ |[/color] Mister Luum [@FunnyGuy], Bardulf [@Lava Alckon], Masako [@dreamingflowers], Rue [@Potter], Bowyn [@Helo],
[color=DCD1FD]ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ |[/color] Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.
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Zeva was firmly planted into the seat of a wooden chair, her body tensed from the frigid climate. Despite the steady flame of the fireplace and its warmth stretching throughout the quaint cabin, Zeva could still feel the chill in her bones. Immediately after they had arrived, she had stolen a blanket from one of the few rooms and wrapped herself with it so tightly, that the only visible part of her body was her head which poked out from the ball of tufted duvet. Having originally expected a short trip to Roshmi City, Zeva was only clothed in a sleeveless top and a pair of durable shorts she was already wearing.

The morning had been tense. Like ants swarming fallen fruit, dark elf soldiers mobbed the streets on high alert. King Zanithel’s detestable face greeted their group as they disembarked the Righteous Stern, plastered on broadcasts around the seaport and town square. It was [i]so kind[/i] of him to explain the situation right as they arrived, giving them enough of a heads up to evade the many enemy patrols. But the dark elves’ discovery of a dead human spelled an impending doom for this group and their mission; even as new to their cause as Zeva was, she felt an unease stirring within her that had not subsided since.

Zeva stretched her hand cautiously out from the safety of her blanket fortress, reaching for the warm mug of tea on the table next to her. Her fingers wrapped eagerly around the mug’s warmth. Through her struggle to ward off the cold, her envious gaze fell upon the winter fairies and the new warforged companion, who were likely unaffected, overjoyed even, by the weather. There was probably little value she could contribute to the team as incapacitated as she was right now. 

[color=DCD1FD]“Before we divide tasks, could someone perhaps make a trip back out to town to get something warmer for me to wear…”[/color] Zeva trailed off; she felt conflicted asking for the favor when it seemed members of the group were still deciding the value or worthiness of her attendance here. It pained her to have to rely on someone else for something so simple, and doubly so to admit that she was useless in her current state. She mustered enough will to get her next words out, albeit hesitantly. [color=DCD1FD]“I-I don’t think…I’m n-not much use, as I a-am now…”[/color] Her head sunk deeper in the duvet’s crevasses to hide the flush of embarrassment on her cheeks. [color=DCD1FD][i]I need to train more. I can’t let some wind and snow stop me like this![/i][/color] The shame of her own incapableness was turning into a self-directed anger which started to fuel Zeva’s passion for fighting once more – at least, once she got longer sleeves.