Removing the white furred hood and mask, Idris could acutely feel the large lumps pressing into her back from her awkward position atop the stuffed pack. Reaching the top of the glacier had been taxing, and the large bulky items they had been forced to take with them had only made it harder. Dark curls interspersed with small braids shook with the movement of her head, Idris smiled as she said "what's not to enjoy about some traveling, eh? It's not like they let us leave the place that often, especially you. Besides, if you wanted a romp in the sheets it's not like there is anyone to interrupt you but some blood thirsty harpies with no qualms about ripping apart your flesh and picking your bones clean, then sucking out the marrow like red candy." Lifting the pack from her sore shoulders to plop down with a clatter, she shuffled through the various contents until she found some small papers that were used to start fires. The biting cold had frozen her joints stiff and made it hard to make the signs appropriate for Igni. After a small time, and some effort a small fire fluttered to life atop the hard packed ice. The fire made a significant difference to the ice bitten Witchers, their breath frozen, and lungs aching from every inhalation of subzero air.
As Yves made to prepare the sparse meal, Idris turned her dark head towards the valley below, burnished gold eyes slitted to their fullest against the glare of reflected rays from the sun. Winter had lain its frozen hands upon Talgar, blanketing the green slopes with a covering of white, pines spearing the sky with their ice tipped tops. The forest looked empty from the height in which they resided, but she knew that was only due to the height of the sun. Most monsters preferred the night for their domain, and it was common knowledge across all the lands that to be caught outside the walls at night was folly indeed. All manner of monsters roamed the rolling forests, a fact she and her partner knew all too well as Witchers. Her eyes were drawn to the small walled village they had passed through on their way to the Dragon Mountains, the wood walls rising high into the air in order to ward off the things that stalked weak humans as prey. She remembered when she had been as weak and afraid as they, before she had been accepted into the Witcher's fold, but that was long ago and she had become stronger than her old self. The twin swords of silver and steel assured her of that, along with all the other changes that came with being one of them. Turning back towards the dark of the cave in which their prey resided, the black maw of the entrance greeted her with a sharp toothed smile, full of promises of blood and death to those who entered its confines.
Placing more fuel upon the tiny fire, she commented offhandedly "Judging by the reward offered, and the number of attacks reported by the villagers, I'd say we have a large nest on our hands. If we can remove the matriarch first we should be able to turn it more towards our favor. After that I would say using some Sammum to rid ourselves of the young and eggs in order to focus on the adult harpies. As long as we head in during the day when they are asleep we can get the bloody birds before they assemble for feeding. It'd be bloody annoying to have to fight the lot of them at full attention." Idris noticed that the fair skin of her face was becoming red from the burn of the sun and wind, and hurried to replace the warm hood and mask that was supplied with winter outfits. It would warm her breath and keep her from getting burned from the concentrated sunlight as she waited for the food that Yves was currently doctoring up from their available supplies.