Morning came eventually, just like it always did.
The scent of forest grass and dirt burrowed into Cain's nostrils, filling up his lungs.
A puff of white slowly seeped out of his lips as he rubbed his hands together, perhaps to dissuade the cold from completely enveloping his fingers.
Despite his high resistance to the cold, it was as though he was just always at the brink of freezing to death.
Surprisingly, there was no formation of ice, or did water seem to freeze over. Instead, the terrible chill seemed to afflict only creatures with life in them.
"And so, that is the gist of it... I received a revelation last night stating that I am to follow you and help you achieve your goals, Lord Cain. Please, feel free to use me as you wish."
Cain turned his attention to the {Willow Direwolf Lord}, Roc, who had his head bowed ever so slightly in front of him.
They were seated inside a tent.
