Speaking of enduring the chill, I'm quite looking forward to this coming winter, aren't you? It promises to be quite the freeze.

I endeavor to never be described as mild.

Iskra quite enjoys Octavio's presence, though I imagine she'd enjoy it more if he was slower to run and quicker to digest.

The second blue Hell he's escaped, at that.

Levisticuffs, that's a new one. Do your followers never tire of the name changes?

Something you're not telling me?