You toss him a couple of gold coins from your coin purse. "We're heading north," you say. "To the Valley of the North Wind. Have you heard of it?"
"I haven't, no," says Jerem, "but north of here is just grassland that eventually rises up into the mountains. I've not been there, and I certainly don't intend to. The cold alone could kill a man, and I hear there's much worse than cold weather up there."
Jerem slows to a halt as you ride past him. "They won't let you in the city with a host like that," he shouts as you ride off. "Best to camp outside the walls—that's what I do!"
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