Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180617051536

Meanwhile, Acheron stirs from his place by the stone Tirush warmed hours ago. He is sitting by the stone while wrapped in his cloak. Alburn rolls over from the spot he lay, covered by his blanket. He shivers as he rises from the ground. His breath appears on the air as he groans.

“By the gods it’s cold. What I’d give to be in my home with a bowl of stew right now.” Alburn grumbles while scratching his chin.

“We’re in the mountains, Alburn. Cold is the common condition. Perhaps you should have slept closer to Tirush? She was radiating quite a bit of heat last night.” Barnabus responds, zero hint of grogginess in his voice.

Alburn blushes a bit at thought, but then stops to question what Barnabus was suggesting in regards to Tirush radiating “heat”.