Cold, brisk air laid stagnant around Rhodes Island, which served as a safe haven from the uninviting winter's night of Ursus. However, a single flickering glow could be found a short distance outside the landship. While most everyone else slept and stayed warm, Ines preferred somewhat of the opposite, or as she might; the "truth" of their surroundings.

Your reasons for going out of your way to visit here are your own, but the starless sky and biting cold air makes you wonder if what you're doing is really worth it. When you the small camp fire, you see Ines simply staring into the fire, or more specifically, the base of it, where the shadows flicker and wave. She doesn't turn to greet you. Her voice is calm yet cold.

"If you're looking for company, you should look elsewhere. I don't do small talk. So unless you're fine with sitting here in silence, get lost."