[ When things start to get weird, into the Horizon he goes. This time Claude isn't roaming around since running into people sounds, finally, like something he doesn't want to do. He stays in his own domain and can be found reading books either from Fodlan or texts that might be found in Cadens' libraries. Every now and then he summons up a mirror which cracks almost immediately, glancing into it as if to check something, followed by a grimace when whatever it is gets confirmed.

Contrary to usual where the doors to his domain remain open for anyone to stop by, they're closed now with the handles locked into place. And not just locked: if one looks closely at where the doors join each other, no seam can be detected as though there never was a doorway at all. Anyone attempting to use the boat to cross the canal will find the boat isn't as cooperative as usual and seems to be guided by an invisible current headed downstream, away from the landing.

Unfortunately for Claude, he'll soon learn this isn't enough to keep anyone out.

Even if he's in the middle of something, a feeling prickling across the back of his neck will soon warn him he's not alone after all. When it sets in, he startles which maybe tells on his mental state more than anything else given he normally isn't caught off-guard easily, and turns to see who's there with a slightly more tentative than usual smile whether he knows who they are or not. ]

Oh, uh - hello. Did you... mean to come here?

[ When he opens his eyes, one thing is very apparent: this is not his domain. For a split second Claude almost thinks he's in Faerghus. The wind is cold, biting, and cuts right through his clothes which are in no way shape or form made for this weather. The last wisps of sun seem to be disappearing behind clouds above him. Wherever he is, if one of the other Summoned is responsible for this creation? It would've been nice if they could've turned heavy winter down for a bit.

It takes him a second to register nothing about where he's standing is familiar, not even as something he's seen in the distance while wandering around the Horizon. Above the sky is an ominous gray which says find shelter beyond the chill and that the wind's never stopped howling. Time to walk, he thinks, so that's what he does. Hopefully a cave will suddenly appear, or a lodge, something that won't mean succumbing to the elements even if this is supposed to be an illusion. It's not like any of this can harm him. Probably.

There's something like a path which appears to lead away from the summit behind him so he tries that first. The Horizon decides to teach him a quick lesson as when he makes it down halfway, the ground begins to rumble and Claude's thrown onto his back into some rocks as it seems to lift beneath his feet. Bruised but seemingly none too worse for the wear at first glance when he rights himself, Claude finds he's standing back where he started like he'd never descended.

Nothing to do but walk up the incline now, but not without one last glance over his shoulder to the theoretical way down that's not one at all. As he continues on, snow drifts grow larger and larger in a way that's foreboding. But he can see what could be a silhouette of someone further ahead where some of the snow blows into the air like a fine mist; maybe they'll have a better idea of what's going on if he can catch up to them. If nothing else, there's always safety in numbers.

Right? ]