Paul stood where the horses were at, gathering slightly as the men got their horses and rode away. The snow quickly falling as it got cold fast, the wind blowing. A snow storm might occur, which was dangerous because it was quite risky, especially if the men didn’t have the needed supplies. He sighed softly.

"So cold.. Fucking hell.”

He mumbled, despite wearing a coat and cloak under his outfit. He wore boots as well, still quite cold. After all. It was freezing to death, which made Paul shiver.