The Pale, 4E 201

Erandur and you have been travelling together for a bit now.

Right now, you two were traversing the Pale, in search of a specific cave.

You both decided to rest for a bit, as the snow storm seemed to get stronger by the minute. You set up camp underneath a cliff. Even though the cliff was somewhat shielding you from most of the storm, the wind was still hefty and cold. The fire won't hold out very long. Maybe just enough to cook the food.

Erandur sat next to you, watching the pot with half lidded eyes. He wanted to break the silence, but it's just so cold.. he didn't even want to open his mouth.