Cimorene had been pleased to discover that the wardrobe in her room here was just as accommodating as the one in her rooms in Kazul's caverns when it came to providing sensible dresses suited to her purposes. Whether that was sorting dusty treasure rooms, cooking, or hiking through snow and practicing her limited sword skills.

That last was what had brought her outside this morning. Putting on one of the warmest and most sensible of the dresses, she had strapped her sword securely to her waist and set out purposefully into the snow. Perhaps she could find some isolated place to practice.

Inevitably, she is drawn to the sounds of someone else practicing. She watches silently for a moment than hastily drops into a curtsy and loudly greets him. When meeting strange persons, it was best to err on the side of politeness.

"Good morning, sir. I wish good fortune on all your endeavors."