Adrian kept his pace on his march. After his first incident, Adrian's stomach started to agree more with him. It was honestly amazing how fast he was able to shake off most of the effects of the drink. For added benefit, Adrian slapped his own face a couple of times, trying to further raise his awareness. As Adrian started their slope ascension to the summit of the mountain, He heard the crunch of snow, from what sounded like a large creature. Adrian instantly jerked his head to the right, and could see the side face of a man, crumpled on the ground, and wrapped in a cloak. Adrian ducked behind a tree, and looked back at his group. He pointed towards the area, with his index finger. By the looks of it, from this area, the man looked like one of the savages that called the frozen wasteland better known as the North home. Adrian traced his hand along his hip, til he grabbed the hilt of his dagger. The man seemed to be breathing heavily, and it was obvious that whomever it was they were fairly exhausted. Maybe a refugee from the city? Adrian asked himself what a great hero adventurer would do in this situation, and decided that letting the senior members of the group decide would be the best course of action. He glanced back at John, "Hey, Fancypants, what do you wanna do with this guy?" Adrian whispered in a low tone.