@Damiann47@Guilty Spark
“Wasn’t expecting to deal with these temperatures for a couple months,” Valair muttered to himself as he watched his breath fog up. Now most people would probably be freaking the fuck out at having gone from their morning commute to frozen hell. Valair had remarkable self-control, but that alone couldn’t have possibly allowed him to accept all this without batting an eye. So what was his secret? Well a combination of the cold literally slapping him across the face, the realization that panicking would probably led to a quick death by hypothermia, and the undeniable sensations that no, the temperature was not a figment of his imagination. Hell, he could feel the beads of sweat begin to freeze against his skin.
Thus rather than run around like a headless chicken in a panic, Valair took a few deep breaths to calm down and then analyzed the situation as best as he could. First off, he wasn’t alone but had two companions. For one of them he quickly shrugged off his jacket and held it out for her to take. “Here.” He shivered a bit at the loss of a layer of clothing, but it passed quickly as he now spoke to both of them. “Name’s Valair Androda, but for now let’s get a move on it.” Blunt introduction aside, he spun about, and began the trek down the only path he could see. A few steps and he paused to fish out the water bottle from his backpack, figuring it would be better to drink it before it cooled down too much. “Any of you want some?” he offered to the other two as he continued along his way.
Aside from that he didn’t bother to waste his breath until the three of them reached the odd chamber, their path disappearing as they stepped inside the room. The six statues were of interest, but naturally the out of place door was what caught Valair’s attention. Unsure of what to do now that there wasn’t simply a path forward, he turned to the other two and asked, “Try the door or check out the statues?”
“Wasn’t expecting to deal with these temperatures for a couple months,” Valair muttered to himself as he watched his breath fog up. Now most people would probably be freaking the fuck out at having gone from their morning commute to frozen hell. Valair had remarkable self-control, but that alone couldn’t have possibly allowed him to accept all this without batting an eye. So what was his secret? Well a combination of the cold literally slapping him across the face, the realization that panicking would probably led to a quick death by hypothermia, and the undeniable sensations that no, the temperature was not a figment of his imagination. Hell, he could feel the beads of sweat begin to freeze against his skin.
Thus rather than run around like a headless chicken in a panic, Valair took a few deep breaths to calm down and then analyzed the situation as best as he could. First off, he wasn’t alone but had two companions. For one of them he quickly shrugged off his jacket and held it out for her to take. “Here.” He shivered a bit at the loss of a layer of clothing, but it passed quickly as he now spoke to both of them. “Name’s Valair Androda, but for now let’s get a move on it.” Blunt introduction aside, he spun about, and began the trek down the only path he could see. A few steps and he paused to fish out the water bottle from his backpack, figuring it would be better to drink it before it cooled down too much. “Any of you want some?” he offered to the other two as he continued along his way.
Aside from that he didn’t bother to waste his breath until the three of them reached the odd chamber, their path disappearing as they stepped inside the room. The six statues were of interest, but naturally the out of place door was what caught Valair’s attention. Unsure of what to do now that there wasn’t simply a path forward, he turned to the other two and asked, “Try the door or check out the statues?”