Looking around himself, Alistair shrugged. Yes, the snow was deep, the wind was pretty terrible when it kicked up, they needed some shovels or plows or something to make the roads passable again, but, when it came down to it? "I've been in worse," he said. "Imagine this, but on a mountaintop, with a dragon. That was worse. You should see my scars. It chewed on me for a while."

And somehow, he said it with a flippant kind of cheer, as if he was saying 'why, yes, it is taco tuesday.'