Stepping out into the cold of night, Professor Treffle readjusted the mantle she wore that covered her body, protecting her from the elements. Harsh winter gusts howled between the tents set up surrounding the inn, blowing drifts of snow that built up against each one. A few men were still up, drinking sour ale next to their crackling campfires and talking amongst themselves, their hushed voices carrying far on the night air.
"Gods I hate winter." She grumbled to herself as she walked away from the inn under the light of the full moon.
