The freezing air outside lashed fiercely against the bare parts of her face and hands. It felt even colder than before. She quickly pulled up her fur hood and hid her fingers inside her sleeves, but even the layers of wool, linen, and fur scarcely warded the cold off anymore. Lord Umber, looking completely unbothered by the frigid air, was waiting for her outside the tent, his cloak completely covered by a layer of white, courtesy of the still unending snowfall. Thankfully it looked like it had slowed down quite a bit, at least compared to before. Jyanna, Morna, and the spearwives followed her closely like a retinue. No, she realised that they had, in fact, become her retinue. A few dozen men were furiously shovelling all the newly fallen snow on large piles, white puffs of breath visible everywhere, while everyone else was scrambling chaotically.