"No no," Sanjay says, "Not at all. The fragrance reminds me of home, actually."

Joe smiles, and turns to continue his humming.

The rest of your journey is fairly uneventful. It takes 9 days for the Remorhaz to arrive at Syrinlya.  The islands of Eiselcross are covered in ice and snow, and are well below freezing.  As Sanjay is the only one prepared with coldweather clothing, the rest of you are going to have to make some quick choices about clothing.  Everyone make a Constitution Saving throw (those with resistance or immunity to cold damage automatically succeed).

 The temperature had steadily dropped since you left Palebank Village, yet it seems to grow colder still as you step off the ramp of the Remorhaz onto Foren. Through the windy snow, you can see fur-lined tents and yurts arranged in a large camp. Campfires are whipped by the wind, with dwarves and elves huddled close to the flames.  Joe yells out "Take care of yourselves!  Maybe we'll cross paths again someday!" and waves.  The Captain and his crew give a nod and return to their work.

“Don’t worry! It’ll cool down here eventually!” a joking voice bellows over the snow. A female dwarf with a shaggy mane of unkempt hair bows to you. “Morgo Delwur at your service. Welcome to Eiselcross!”

(Con check: 14 )"Nice t-to meet you." Senine rasps, her jaw clenched to keep it from rattling in the cold. "Any chance you c-can point me where I can b-buy a coat?"

con check:  13  

"Good to meet you, Morgo" Alminar says, thinking how that joke would have resonated better if it weren't actually so cold.

Sanjay smiles, bundling himself up in his warm, fur-lined winter clothes, "Is this where we're setting up base camp?" Sanjay asks Morgo.

"Well...there's snow place like home," Thistle joked back through chattering teeth. She moved towards the huddle around the fire. "Mind if I join you all? A warm coat to buy or borrow would be wonderful."

( Con check: 3 )

Salem wraps herself in her cloak as she walks with the others, "A bit cold, isn't it," She nods to Morgo, "Nice to meet you."

(Con Check: 2 )

Salem and Alminar cover their chests with their arms and brace against the cold.

Senine simply doesn't have enough clothing, but poor Thistle's small frame is betraying her.  She just wasn't prepared for this sort of deep chill.

It is pertinent that you all find appropriate clothing within the hour, but both Senine and Thistle are experiencing levels of exhaustion from the cold.

For Senine :

 For Thistle:

 "Good to meet you all," says Morgo, with increasing worry creasing her brow, though she winks at Thistle for her joke.  "Dear lordy, let's get you some proper clothing.  Did no one warn you?  Come on."

"There may've b-been some mention of c-cold, but I figured b-being completely cov-v-vered in armor would b-be enough. Clearly, I w-was wrong." Senine said self-deprecatingly. She looked back at Thistle, moving slowly and clearly as cold as her. Letting her pace slow to walk next to her, grumbles with some humor, "Colder than a wraiths tit in a bronze brassiere out here."

"They definitely could have been more descriptive, " Thistle agreed with a grumble. 

"You ain't lying." Senine says with a stuttering laugh. "I ain't made f-for this kinda c-cold. Mission's gonna b-be more of a b-b-***** than I'd thought if th-this is what we're dealing w-with the whole t-t-time."

Morgo smiles, and leads you all through the settlement until she comes upon a rather large tent.  She signals to you all to wait for a moment, and goes inside.

You can hear muffled voices, and then raucous laughter.  Suddenly, the flap opens up and she beckons you all in.

The tent is spacious and warm, and full of furs and different items stacked neatly about the area.  An old half-elf is sitting on a stool, waiting expectantly.

"This is Jhia, and he has some clothes that might keep you from freezing to death out here.  Let me know when you're done with them!" she finishes, looking at Jhia.

Thistle wades her way slowly through the snow after Morgo and eagerly steps into the warm tent. She nods to Jhia and manages to squeak out a quiet "Hello."

Senine nods to the half-elf and takes a moment to breath in the warmth, sighing happily.

Alminar enters the tent, and is happy to feel the warmth. He is happier though, to see Thistle and Senine getting warm again. He looks around to see all the furs and other items, hoping to pick something up for the journey. looking at Thistle and Senine, Alminar says "Glad to see you two still cracking jokes on the brink of hypothermia." with a light chuckle. 

Senine snorts out a laugh, though her face sobered a bit right after. "Honestly, been a little grim, considering the circumstances. Still though," she rubs her hands together, working the tingling out of her digits, "it'll take a bit more than all that to put me down. Besides," at that she pulls out her flask, giving it a shake, "even if it won't actually warm me up, I got this to make me stop caring about the cold at least, eh?" She tosses Alminar a wink and takes a quick pull from it before putting it away and turning toward Jhia.

"Hey, if it's bad jokes you want, I'm chock full of them," Thistle laughs. "If we're lucky enough to not freeze to death, maybe I'll tell you some more." She turns towards towards Jhia. "So...would you happen to have anything gnome-sized in that pile over there?"

Jhia stands, and quietly moves his hands in the air around each of you, pointing and muttering to himself.  Then he turns, and starts shuffling things around, grabbing pieces here and there.

He comes back with a heavy heap of cold weather gear in his arms, and hands the correct fitting pieces to each of you, save Sanjay.  Then in a bit of a croaky voice says "10 gold each, if you please," and smiles.

"Much appreciated." Senine says, handing over the gold. She then walks over to the side and starts to get changed into the cold weather gear.

Thistle digs into her bag for the gold and hands it over. She changes into the cold weather gear.