>>5715926“You are traveling on foot, and with child,” the Baroness notes softly, and looks at you a touch judgementally. “And your child… I understand the father’s kind is not acclimated to our winters.”
“Dragonfire will keep us warm,” you assert.
“Even so,” says the Baroness.
Not long after, you depart. You travel with Eka, of course, but also with Olu the Archer and with the Thief—the latter once more in a human guise. Knowing that your own human guise and bespoke Drowcraft attire is exotic enough to draw undue attention, you avoid the major settlements and keep to the desire-paths of woodsmen and adventurers. True to your assertion, to you light each night against the cold and the dark with dragonfire, to preserve your shivering companions.
Then, the first true cold-snap comes, and the first snowfall shortly thereafter. You of the cold-blooded Master Race all bundle up in your thinner, summer-autumn jackets, and crowd around the flame. You assume <Dragonshape> and, with your inetrnal flame and your elemental resistances, stave off the cold... But the Archer and ESPECIALLY the pure-blooded Thief are not so lucky. This, THIS is the reason your people have always favoured the Southlands and the jungles of the south-east.
Ekaterine, true to her own nature, offers repeatedly to share her fine lagopus-fur coat—a gesture that the Thief and Archer, both cognizant of her status in relation to theirs, her pregnancy, and your watchful eye, refuse on principle.
What do you do?
>Insist that they share in the coat>Tacitly signal for them to continue refusing the coat—Ekaterine’s safety, and the baby’s, is paramount>Invoke the <Radiant Aura> to warm them [compromises your sleep, increases the likelihood of the random encounter roll summoning something fearsome]>Write-in [always down for a clever solution] 