Under the stillness of the night, a frigid breeze enveloped the open grounds of the outpost. The icy air seeped through those huddled beneath a tree, causing them to shiver in the cold.
"Do we truly have to spend the night here?" Elden, one of the elven triplets, quivered due to the cold.
"Yes, it appears so," Darryl responded, draping himself with a blanket he had stored.
"It was scorching earlier in the day, but now it seems like the people here might freeze," Kuber remarked, his gaze shifting towards the lizardmen who lay on the cold ground without any cover.
"No need to worry, these lizardmen are accustomed to chilly environments due to their cold-blooded nature. That's why they've chosen to dwell in a place like this, which remains cold throughout every season," Darryl explained.
"I see, they have cold blood... huh." A grin slowly spread across Kuber's face, hinting at a potentially mischievous plan taking shape in his mind.
