“I dare say Chult will seem [i]too[/i] warm after this,” she said, watching her breath float away in the air. She couldn’t decide if the grey, cold landscape was ugly or pretty.

She grinned, relishing in the effect she had on her companion. Not for long- suddenly she grabbed on to Amal’s coat with her slender fingers, pulling on it to bring him to a stop and make him turn towards her. Her silver eyes were piercing, staring directly into his. Not menacing, not at the moment.

“Amal, I did not ask if you were warm, I asked if you were warm [i]enough[/i],” she said in a hushed voice with a haughty air that only a drow could pull off. 

“I thought you should know there was a difference, but that is not why I stopped you. There is something moving over there,” she said, pointing towards the rocks. “It sounds like it’s inside a cave, so there must be an opening nearby. Actually, there is more than one thing moving,” she said, her eyes having come off Amal and drifted to the cave, her ears twitching as she listened. “