"I got an idea." After some further study of the map, Gorse places the two pieces together and folds them up as neatly as possible. "I think it's just past there," he nodded just over a ridge back the way Nico had come. The sign post that was normally there had been broken down in the scuffle between the mages and Templars, and the leftover bits of fence had been covered very thoroughly by the snow, but all the snow couldn't hide the features like mountains and hillsides.

Before he lead the way, though, he paused to take the scarf from around his neck. It was a very inexpertly made thing, all out of leftover bits and bobs of yarn that made the color choices questionable at best, but it was warm.

"Here, you look kinda chilly, you can borrow it if you want."