"I am hear out of respect to Sir Hardel, who will be joining you on this task." Alistair said over the strong howls echoing through the stone buildings. "He will be joining you on this assignment. Evaluating your work accordingly." Alistair continued, raising his hand to the small door leading into the chamber built into the gatehouse for the guards. "If you require better cloaks the watch will be more than happy to share with you. The order is built on cooperation, but the cold cares little on how resilient you are." he paused to look at the Daemon among them. "Remember, even Daemon, while in human form, suffer just as mortals."

Hardel wandered up to Jason, leaning closer to him as he gripped the spear in his hands to balance his weight. "Now boy, we'll be continuing your training on this task. You did not think I would make things easy on you." His words sounded like a stern teachers, only the brisk smile as he walked back over to the main gate entrance showed Hardel was not as bad as he seemed. He looked out over the snow as it blew over the open plains beyond the citadel and tried to focus on the forest in the distance that formed a natural barrier between the Order and the cities of men. "Storm is losing strength. We should see only snow fall by days end."