Roland

Watching Njal disappear around the side of the hut, Roland pulls his cloak tighter around his shoulders as the wind picks up for a moment. Glancing at the others, he clears his throat. "A bit cold to be standing out here waiting while whoever's in there is tucked away inside. You're right Ethron. I suppose no matter who it is, they'll know how to answer a door, friendly or no. Besides, it's been a long day. We could all use the comfort of four walls and a warm fire."

Looking around for confirmation, Roland turns back to Verglas before looking over to Ethron, Mundstock, and letting his eyes settle on Maxis. "Let's go have a closer look, shall we?"