Some people like snow and winter, you know. [ A pause, before he shrugs. ] I'm not one of them, but I know they exist. I think they're all just masochists.

But you're right about the Horizon being strange. I've been trying to get back to my Domain and it seems intent on sending me anywhere but.

[ He doesn't miss that shiver from the other man and he realizes Thancred really is not dressed for this weather at all. He, at least, has familiar armor beneath his cloak, an outfit already prepared for somewhere like Faerghus. It's not cold-proof, but it's better than what Thancred showed up with, so he's quick to slide the fur cloak off his shoulders and drop it around Thancred's instead. ]

Here. You're going to turn blue otherwise. I'm not sure it's your color.