Durth huffs as he rubs his gloved hands together to generate some warmth, hovering over the campfire with his thick fur coat draped over his shoulders. He glances up as Aeryll, the bandit, claps him on the back as he passes.

"Careful, old man! Get any colder and you'll turn into an ice elemental."

Durth grunts and makes a strangely lupine growl...

"You wish, lad. Ye'd finally be rid of me."

Aeryll grins widely and tosses a beer to him before moving toward the tents.

"No. I'd lose my drinking buddy."