BE7s Frozen Sick (IC)

“I agree with Mister Torvil as well, we must make haste so Kitsune has the best shot at making a cure. I am ready for the most speedy approach to find this merchant and get down to the bottom of this once and for all.”

Akira removes her cloak, carefully folds and rolls it up tightly and places it in her bag. She ensures her hair is in a solid platt and is prepared for a race against the clock.

Once Akira is physically ready for the next leg of their journey she takes a few moments to meditate and mentally prepare for the journey. Eyes closed only for a brief moment, she takes one last deep breath, opens her eyes, and is ready to get a move on.

***It is currently mid-morning.  The sky remains gray, spitting the occasional flurry, but it's frigid wrath has played out.  The land is blanketed in deep, fresh snow.  Wading through it is no easy feat.***

"This snow is against us" Kitsune says, her voice catching on the biting wind as she sinks shin-deep into a drift.  "Treading in Torvil's wake might be our best option to save our strength."

***If the party is leaving, gimme a perception check from everyone.  I also need a d12 roll, but just one; first come, first served.***