But he does make the journey, the worst of which being a fairly miserable ferry ride with stunning slaps of sleet or ocean water, hard to say which. The trek through Lowtown is not as pleasant as it could be either. Ice cold mud, deceptively deep puddles of pure brown, and snow that seems to swarm rather than fall.
It's a lot of winter, even for someone who likes winter, but also, he still sort of likes even this.
Anyway, it takes like twice the time it would take for a person with a sense of direction, but he gets there eventually. He has followed one dwarf's advice from long ago, hands sheathed in leather gloves and a scarf tucked around his neck and into his coat, layers of winter things forcing a very ordinary looking appearance if not for the presence of battlescars and battlestaff. ]
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[ Because he is fine.
But he does make the journey, the worst of which being a fairly miserable ferry ride with stunning slaps of sleet or ocean water, hard to say which. The trek through Lowtown is not as pleasant as it could be either. Ice cold mud, deceptively deep puddles of pure brown, and snow that seems to swarm rather than fall.
It's a lot of winter, even for someone who likes winter, but also, he still sort of likes even this.
Anyway, it takes like twice the time it would take for a person with a sense of direction, but he gets there eventually. He has followed one dwarf's advice from long ago, hands sheathed in leather gloves and a scarf tucked around his neck and into his coat, layers of winter things forcing a very ordinary looking appearance if not for the presence of battlescars and battlestaff. ]