From out of the wintry gloom walked a tall figure, dressed warmly in traveling leathers with studded blue accents. Her expression was difficult to see in the low light of the fire, but it was decidedly unfriendly, though not aggressive.

"A blue fire," Teren said, quietly enough to be heard only by the girl and not by anyone nearby, "do you have a death wish, girl?" She didn't ask if she was a mage-- that much was obvious.