Siderius and Ashe went on another trip in the Rottin Woods. The harsh sunlight from before had completely disappeared, replaced by a blue and gray hue spreading across the land.
The air was colder. The wind was fiercer. And the cloud filled the sky like a thick layer of cotton.
Siderius let out a huge breath. His breath condensed into visible white vapor and formed a tiny white cloud in front of him for a split of a second before disappeared.
Ashe stood not too far from him, wearing many layers of ordinary commoner clothes. She rubbed her two forearms repeatedly to warm herself.
"What are we looking for today, Master?" Ashe said. The white vapors escaped her mouth.
"Grayground." Siderius said. He unbuttoned his bear cloak and threw it over to Ashe. "Winter is coming. You will need better clothes."
