as you enter windhelm, the biting colds of the high mountains chills you to your core. You shiver and tremble merely stepping into the hold.

“Hail, traveler. You seem cold, I assume you’re not used to such weather?”

a voice rings out to you through the fogged, eerily cold town

“I am Mara. I’m but a simple guard here at Winterhold. But please, you need to get to the inn or somewhere! You’re freezing up!”