The cold was biting this winter. The snow heavy, deadly to the serpent form he was trapped in. He had known he'd need shelter for the winter but the borough was not deep enough after a fox hungry for a snack started digging at it. A bite had ended the beast but left him exposed to the elements all the same.

He needed shelter, and fast before the cold ended things...and the great demon king would not be brought low by winter storm of all things!

Through the falling snow and winds he spots lights ahead. Dim ones, but light means warmth and that's all that mattered. He slithered forward to the crumbling mage's tower. It had seen far better days but it would do. And if whoever was inside made issue with his presence? He'd deal with them the same as he delt with the fox.

Reaching the dilapidated tower it was easy enough to find a small hole in the stone just big enough to slither through. It was still cold...but it was dry, and warmer than the outside, and the fire ahead promised a warm place to rest.