A sudden gust of wind raised the snow in the air as the temperature dropped even further. The sound of chattering teeth could be heard as two figures desperately tried to wrap themselves in a single fur cloak while trudging through the thick layer of snow, dragging the reins of two horses behind them.
The snow was too deep for riding, and abandoning the horses wasn't an option.
"Why. Did. We. Bring. Only. One. Winter. Coat? We're. Gonna. Freeze. To. Death," one of them stammered.
"You. Had. Your. Own. Bag. Why. Didn't. You. Bring. One. For. Yourself?" the other retorted.
"I. Thought. It. Was. Your. Job. To. Pack. Clothing. And. Mine. To. Pack. Our. Gear."
Their pointless argument continued at a snail's pace in the blistering cold until a voice cut in from the front, silencing their bickering. "Will the two of you be quiet?" The voice showed no signs of discomfort, a clear indication of cold resistance.
