The cold, stinging wind is hitting your faces as you find a way back to the village and it's progressively getting worse. You are freezing and, even if he doesn't look like, probably Quincy as well. He is big, full of muscles and with a lot of essence within him, but he is still human after all and he can feel the cold, but he senses something more. Something more dangerous. "A blizzard is coming." His voice is a barithone husked one, low enough for you to be heard despite the howling wind, and, unfortunately, it's getting closer to you two. The howling is louder, the snow is thicker and it makes for both of you hard to find your bearings, since it's also getting dark and deadly cold. So cold you could die of hypothermia if you don't find shelter quickly and you're lucky enough that Quincy knows his way and, before the worse comes, he spots a wodden cabin where the two of you can rest and stay for the night. It's cozy, warm and there is also enough logs for the fireplace! But it will be enough to keep the both of you warm?