Lesson Learned

Erik took in the sight, as much as he could see. The snow swirled around the sparse forest, creating a landscape of silent beauty.
Jotun blood ran hotter than other mortals, the north wind was no bother to the giant.
Dyvia on the other hand, was relying on her magick, her body glowing like an dying ember. She was still bothered by Radis leaving, it must have just been her imagination.
"It will be better Dyvia, trust me."
She gave a side glance to the Jotun, then continued rummaging through her gear.
With the gear ready, Dyvia decided to busy her mind with another endeavor.
"Tiella, if you are not busy, could I look at your blade?"
Erik looked at the assembled group, shaking his head to knock the building snow off of his frame. His gaze fell on the resting rogue, Garand, who he wished to keep an eye on from here on out.
Listening to Balar's declaration, he waited, hoping the bandit would run.