The chill had set in even with as close as he sat to the fire. The tattered remnants of his cloak were barely enough to cover his upper body. He could no longer hear the Silvan, The Little Light. His face seemed worried, as usual. For a time, his mind had returned to him and his thoughts roamed to the others.
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