The Fields
Ira pouted at Caden's words.
"If I couldn't take the cold, I wouldn't be alive today. Still doesn't make me hate the cold, though."
Ira did take notice to Canere's thinking, and before long he walked away, greeting and asking locals. Seeing this, she sighed.
"Hmm, he's a lonesome one, isn't he, Caden?" She turned to face Caden. "Anyways, if we're going into the mountains, we'll have to get ready. I'll meet you back in town, okay?"
With this, she departed for the town, picking up a few supplies on the way.
Tavern/Lodging/Inn
Ira was back in her black coat, nibbling on a small piece of a cracker, no doubt from a simple ration. She nodded to Canere, who retired early for the night, but gave a rather blank stare at Caden, taken by surprise by his comment. Winking with her right eye and grinning, she responded in a somewhat playful tone, one that she had used commonly amongst the two.
"I'll take what I can get. Though, only the foolish refuse a good bed when it is so readily obtained."
Such was Ira's style of conversation, spoken from the perspective of a former town rat. It was quite obvious to the two of them that Ira was certainly used to subpar conditions, but the jokes were nonetheless fun to play around with.