"Dawn then. Be ready my friends, I know we're going to have a hard journey ahead of us..." Tess says with resignation. Why is it always cold demons? I don't understand it, I really don't. At least over half of Nine Hells and the Abyssal planes I've visited are hot, or at least lukewarm. Why do the cold demons always come here to play? Tess thinks absently, reaching into her hood to pet her tiny grixie companion, Grix. He didn't like the cold much, but she liked having him nearby. Her children loved him so much, it made her feel closer to them to have him near.
*The next morning Tess dressed warmly and saddled up Sunshine, her mare, at the first hint of daylight. Throwing down a sparse breakfast, Roscoe chivveyed Aust out of bed and into the saddle, ignoring any complaints the youth might make. Hot tea, rolls with bacon, anything that could be eaten in the saddle was procured from the innkeeper, and then the small party set out. Roscoe in the lead, then Aust, Haman, and then Tess bringing up the rear. Tess kept Fortuna strung under her cloak, and Fa'rallan at her belt, while Roscoe keeps Devil Take Warning loose in his sheath, and his sling in his right hand.*