The snow here was actually worse than anything Firekeeper could remember experiencing on the Iron Mountains. At least back home, it tended to stop after a while. But here, it kept falling, and falling, and soon the relatively warm spot near a grate that she and Blind Seer had been enjoying wasn't nearly warm enough.
Even Blind Seer was complaining, though with his thick fur she was sure it was mostly for her benefit. "That building is open," he said, plowing through the snow towards an open door. "Surely nobody will kick us out, my presence or no."
She didn't feel inclined to argue as her feet (wrapped in some thick socks purchased with some of the money she had been given and a pair of strange shoes that she had found) were almost completely numb. Both shook themselves off once they were inside, and Blind Seer sniffed at the air as Firekeeper made a quick visual sweep. "We are not alone," he told her.
"So I hear," she said, hearing someone call. "We here. Who are you?" she called back.