"How can anyone live in the north with this kind of weather?" Jacques asked as he sheathed his sword and began to blow warm breath onto his hands underneath the leather gloves. "You northerners are amazing, I have to admit that," he muttered under his breath as he looked around and kicked a pebble onto the invisible barrier.
"I don't think this cold is normal. Sir James and the others start to get affected by the cold," Belvia looked at James and the other northerners in front of her.
"Yes, Lady Belvia is right, this cold isn't normal. It's as if the cold is artificial, something that someone made to weaken us. We might need to rest soon, Count. We need to find a safe place to keep ourselves warm," James said, following Erglade from behind.
