[ Lasulahn listens curiously, wrapping his hands around his foot as though to warm it and stave of the discomfort of the cold. ]

Really? The North here are mostly warmer climates.

[ He's just about to curiously remark on the fact that Wrathion seems somehow to be giving off heat, when the reaction of some of the other companions draw his attention. Running towards them, from the direction of the Keep, is a lone Inquisition agent.

'Someone is already fighting!' the agent tells them breathlessly, as Lasulahn moves quickly to meet him. 'I think it's Michel de Chevin.' ] From Sahrnia? [ The agent nods, and points outside the gates.

The Inquisitor turns to his companions. ] Stick to the plan as much as you can, try not to get separated. I don't want anyone getting hurt if we can help it.

Let's go!