Iabor awoke with a mighty yawn, the warm blankets filled with their warmth made it hard to move. Not to mention the fact that he could never return, for once he left he was officially banished. He heaved a heavy sigh mixed with another yawn, and got out of bed the cold floor stinging at his bare feet, but he tried to ignore it.
"By the gods it is freezing," Iaborsaid shivering.
He quickly began to don his armor, and did a few squats as to get his blood flowing again. Then grabbed his large black fur, and putting it on. He wrapped it close to himself, and grabbed his heavy bag. Before heading outside his helmet quickly getting covered in a thin layer of frost. 

He walked up to the gate to be surprise by not only Hardel,but Allistairas well.
"Well what did us lowly rookies do. To earn such great company as your own," Iabor said laughing.
His muscles tightening as Iabor looked upon Allistair. He had no regrets, and he wasn't sour about his banishment from the order.
"By the gods its cold isn't it," Iabor said as he felt a great chill seep through his armor.