Escort? That doesn't sounds super pleasant. What did they do to deserve an escort? Though, on the other hand, Kholodny doesn't really want to jump into one of these portals unattended to. Having done what he needed to really do, Stribog severs the body link, leaving little Zima in full control again.

(Things without quotation marks are his own thoughts) [b] Oh nooo, now I really don't want to do that. A dragon? A....goat...thing? Evil elves!? Im gonna die. What was I thinking, agreeing to something like that. Oh. Thats right, its because if I hadn't, this skelefucker was probably going to murder me! Maybe. I don't know. He seems respectable, but...[/b] And with that, Kholodny's legs gave out. None of this shaking nonsense. Nope. Right at the knees, and he's down.

"Uh. Oh, this looks like quite an embarrassing situation to be in. Um." He looks over at the firey woman to the side of him. "Not the best introductions right now, but the name is Kholodny. Can I uh, have some help? I don't think I can stand." He looks sheepishly around, totally aware he looks absolutely pathetic. In a room full of (He assumes) battle hardened warriors and the dude just straight up collapsed on the floor. He can feel Stribog facepalming in the back of his head. [i] "Kholodny friend, you are embarrassing sometimes. You still best comrade, but so embarrassing." [/i] Yeah, he knows Stribog. He knows. He doesn't know about any of these weave things or anything, but he's praying to all manner of gods, including the one inside him, that he doesn't kick the bucket by the end of the day. He was planning on having a nice bowl of chili later that day too. How sad of a life this poor man leads. Now it looks like portal jumping and (Probably) getting the shit beat out of him. Oh yeah, and he's still cold. Never a change in that one. "Man, this fucking sucks."