"That sounds pretty bizarre," Jerrica says, picking up her clothes.
"As long as we're together," Thorgr says, turning his head to kiss Frostine.
She nods her head after the kiss while smiling at him, "Always."
Thorgr stands up and gets dressed. "Let's see what Corrie's cooked up for us this morning."
She nods but hesitates as she gets up off the bed, unsure of what she should dress in being that they're in a new strange place.
"What's wrong?" Thorgr asks after pulling on his shirt.
"I have no idea what the temperature is like here so I have no idea what to wear."
"Without any sun...probably something warm, I'd think," Thorgr suggests.
"Maybe I should go outside and check first before deciding?" She says as she pulls on her boots while still wearing her long nightgown.
"Do you want me to go with you?" Thorgr asks.
"Definitely strange" Sig says grabbing her clothes as well, [b]"Smells like breakfast is ready though."
She shakes her head, "It's okay love....I think I'll be alright if I just step outside the door. I'll be right back." She says as she stretches up to give him a kiss on the cheek before walking out of the room.
She heads for the front door and steps outside to see what the temperature feels like.
As Frostine steps outside, a cold (but not bitterly cold) wind blows across her.
Jerrica nods. "It sure does."
Rubbing her hands together she goes back inside and back to their room as she shivers slightly, "Oh yeah...definitely something warm."
She says before her nightgown turns into a thick woolen skirt a dark shade of green, and a thick long sleeved golden colored top. Rubbing her arms slightly she says, "There...that's a bit better." She picks up the cloak that Tyr gave her and puts it on.
"I suppose it's good that I'm still dressed in what we wore to Frijia," Thorgr says.
Once dressed, Jerrica heads to the main room.
Sig follows her love out into the living room, having dressed as well.
Dagmarr already sits at the table, fully dressed and awake. "Good morning " she says looking over a mug of coffee.
She nods, "Yup, it's a bit chilly out there. Are you ready?"
"We'll see what kind of morning it'll be after seeing what Corrie has for breakfast," Jerrica says with a smile.
"Sweet rolls and eggs, I'm afraid," Corrie says. "Apparently, my pantry is a bit emptier here."
Woden enters the cottage. "Good morning, all."
Thorgr nods. "Let's go."
He offers his hand to Frostine.
Frostine takes his hand and goes out into the main room with her love to greet everyone, "Good morning everybody. I hope you all rested well." She sniffs the air, "OOohhhhh sweet rolls!! My favorite!" She exclaims excitedly.
"I'm thinking that's pretty good." Sig says with a grin, pulling out a char for Jerrica.
She nods her head as she nearly salivates while eyeing the sweet treats. Not bothering with the eggs she puts one on her plate and waits for everyone else to serve themselves.
Jerrica sits and takes a sweet roll and some eggs. "I'm not complaining."
"So you all eat like this every day? I can honestly say I'll never miss barracks food." Dagmarr says with a chuckle.
She just nods, her mouth too full to say anything.
"Corrie does her best to keep us well-fed," Thorgr says. "So, Woden, how does it look out there?"
"You will have to go through another town with a bandit problem," Woden answers. "From there, you must head to the Ulvens bridge and defeat the guardian there."
"And what is the guardian?" Jerrica asks.
"A winter wolf," Woden answers.
Sig's eyes open wide at the mention of a winter wolf. She'd heard takes of such creatures but never encountered one.
Frostine just listens as she stuffs herself with the gooey sweet roll while nodding occasionally to show she's listening.
Sig doesn't recall any specifics about winter wolves.
Jerrica touches Sig's hand. "Something wrong?"
"I've heard old tales of winter wolves. The usually don't end well for all but the most notable heroes. They're like the boogeyman of the icy plains." Sig responds.
"That's...foreboding." Dagmarr comments solemnly.
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"At least it's not a fire giant," Thorgr remarks.
Woden smirks. "There are known to be some around here, but I doubt you will see any unless you go seeking them."
She shakes her head, "We won't. Do we have any milk?"
"Of course," Corrie says, going to the kitchen to fetch Frostine a tankard of cold milk. She returns and places it in front of the sorceress.
She takes a sip of the milk as she snatches another sweet roll.
Finishing her eggs, Dagmarr takes a sweet roll, her eyes lighting up as she bites into it.
She humms happily while swaying from side to side as she enjoys her sweet roll, "Mmffmn fank you Msh Corrie."
"You're welcome," Corrie says. "But please don't feel like you need to thank me when your mouth is full."
She nods her head while covering her mouth with a napkin and looks up at Corrie, "Shorry."
Corrie shakes her head and begins gathering the empty plates.
Her cheeks turn a bright pink as she devours her second sweet roll.