Rogal's plan made sense. She grinned at the idea of letting Brammond insult Miranos. Then again, they were practically enemies. But smiling was a bad move, as the wind created by the running of the drake made her lips hurt. She hoped they'd get home before the blizzard started, but if the drake froze up or something from the still dropping temperature, they'd all be stuck in the forest, and chances were they would die. Already she was numb from the wind and lack of cloak, but if Rogal tried to drape it on her, she'd refuse it. "What deal do we give Marcellus for all this? Just letting him go free? The other races would kill him.