Alex knew Riley was a good kid, it was just things got a little hazardous when he started beating himself up over not living up to personal expectations. That didn't stop Alex from becoming much more relaxed, however, when the swordsman nearly started bouncing in his seat. Alex was about to laugh at the kids request to teach him how to fist fight, not to be cruel but more because it seemed that Riley had a knack for asking people to teach some of the skills that they were best at. The mirth died in his throat when frigid air knifed in to the carriage.

Taking a moment to center himself, he closed his eyes a reached out with his other senses. One of the perks of spending years trying to master the skill of molding raw magic was the fact that Alex's skill at detecting magic was practically unparalleled; he could find the residual magic in anything if giving just a moment or two. Drawing on that skill he reached in to the blizzard and was unsurprised to find excess magic in the wind and ice. [b]“You’re most likely correct.”[/b] He said as he opened his eyes looking in to the wind, a sense of foreboding slowly growing as he did [b]“Keep your eyes peeled, I got a feeling that this whole mess has gotten a lot more complicated”[/b] he added as he stepped out in to the frigid air. Out of the carriage he felt the cold whip through him [i]‘Not good, the cold will sap strength from us before we can find what or who is doing this’[/i] Alex realized grimly [i]‘Seems another thing that Force-make won’t ever deal with’[/i] sighing at yet another thing his own magic will never be able to deal with he started digging in to his vast repertoire of minor magic he chanted a small spell under his breath before touching both Riley and himself on the shoulder. Instantly warmth flooded in fighting off the cold, the surge soon died off, but enough heat stayed behind leaving them both feeling neutral to the cold weather [b]“Let’s go”[/b]