[Figures that he's finally over his flu and now the weather's unbearable. Not exactly ideal for someone who wears a full cloak, hood, and gloves all the time.]
[But it's fine, he can actually do something about this. Zelgadis picks a large tree in the park and raises his arms to, through a series of quick spells, encase the entire tree in ice.]
[He calmly takes seat beneath the dripping canopy, leaning against the frozen trunk.]