Jojo puts on the ring when they leave the cave. "Huh. There's - a glowing path before me. Stretching off into the distance... and I can see through the snow, that's good. - oh, a Velox Nettle - give me a moment!"

He dashes through the snow and vanishes into a drift, then surfaces with two tiny red berries. "Here - Belmarniss, Garrus, both of you take one, you look miserable."

Garrus doesn't have to be told twice. He sluggishly takes the berry and swallows it. Within a few seconds, he's moving closer to his usual speed.

"Gods. I never thought I'd be this happy to eat a plant."

Nomf.

When it settles in her stomach, the berry's warmth spreads through her, all the way to her digits. She can still feel that the air is cold, that the wind is whipping past her, but it's somehow more distant. The falling snow hisses as it touches her skin.

"Oh, very nice!"

Jojo beams. "I'm glad. I'll keep an eye out for more as we go on."

As they go on, it gets, somehow, even colder. A few times, they're attacked by fiendish winter wolves, gelugons, and (once) an apparently very lost death slaad. Jojo collects berries when he spots them; he has a distinct advantage, with the Sleeping Man's ring keeping him from being blinded by snow. Occasionally they pass a lava flow among the ice floes.

"Deekin -"

"I recognize that you're trying to help, but another round of I Spy will not actually help."

"Not what Deekin was about to say. Deekin wondering... if we all visit Knower of Places, everybody get own question?"

"Good question. I'd bet yes, at least if we all go in one at a time or something."

"Good to know. Who gonna ask where we find Knower of Names?"

"I'll do it," Jojo says. "Kind of feels like it's my responsibility, me being the one with the ring."

"How much can you abuse the knowledge of places, anyway?"

"I imagine it depends on how you want to abuse it," he muses. "You could ask her where to gain ultimate power."

"I worry that the kind of place you go to gain ultimate power might have some downside risk if you should for whatever reason fail to attain ultimate power during your visit. I could ask where to go to get home."

"You are, as ever, a very sensible woman."

"Maybe I'll ask where I can find a mate if we ever get back to Toril. I'm not getting any younger. ...unless we go home and we're still technically outsiders and that means we're ageless? That'd be kind of fun."

"Ooh, snazzy. Though possibly inconvenient if we ping Hellish forever that way."

"Didn't think of that. But - isn't it more about where you are than where you started, what you end up turning into? Maybe we'll be the first Petitioners of the Prime Material... sounds like some cheap pseudotheological chapbook."

"Petitioning to become regular live folks," she snorts.

"Deekin wondering what to ask. 'Where Deekin's left sock go' seem like not maximizing leverage."

"Do you even wear socks?"

"Nope!" the kobold says cheerfully. "Purely rhetorical device."

"You could find some great lost work," Garrus suggests. "Tamorlyn's Song, maybe."

"Some bard in Neverwinter do that like three years ago, actually. Tamorlyn's Song: fairly catchy, maybe little bit of a letdown after thousands of years."