Thess scolded herself for getting distracted. The gith had taken the wrong turn, walking aimlessly around this winter hell. After some time, she had finally found the tavern. Dusting herself off of the snow, Thess entered the establishment, thanking the Immortal Lich Queen for some gods be damned warmth! Thess looked around for a bit, looking for a spot to sit. When her eyes happened across a large minotaur, the first thought that came to mind was 'warmth!' Thess would catch a waitress, making a quick order of some heated mead and then walked over to where the cow-woman sat, "Spot taken? Been wandering for days with no companions and a good conversation would be nice"