It's well past the worst depths of winter, even here on the north edge of the Worldwound- the temperature ekes its way above freezing occasionally, the days are only short and not miserably short, last night's snowstorm wasn't quite a blizzard. It is, nonetheless, fairly surprising when the patrol on their way to Fort #11 spots three figures in the distance trudging towards them from the north.
"Ah, well." Friendly small talk then? She can do friendly small talk. She's not disappointed. "It's so different from Osirion, it was an especially hot summer when I mastered Ray of Frost and I likely spent hours just hitting the walls and floors with it to cool the house."
"It gets hot in Cheliax in summer too. If I muster out before I've got another circle I'll have a drinks cart, I think, better than scrivening or laundry."
"Oh, that does sound better, people could just come to you instead of you going to them... what would you do in the winter, just switch to warm drinks?"
A burst of raucous laughter comes from the card game as Tariq stands up and cheerfully shucks off his coat and shirt in one go. Khalida jumps at the noise, then relaxes when she sees it's harmless and rolls her eyes at him.