Chimera Fields surrounded by debris of the past

oh, there he was. cam peered over at the young man, relieved as he finally got onto more solid ground. he let out a quiet snort of laughter at what he said about the weather, twin puffs of fog from his nostrils. god, it was true, wasn't it? when was it ever going to stop snowing?

his amusement faded, however, at the word 'saintly' and the words that followed. i'm no saint, he rejoined sharply, unaware that the double meaning was probably lost on the stranger. just saw you from afar, that's all. wondered if you were hurt.

his brow furrowed. do you have anywhere to take shelter? cam asked. the weather is disgusting, especially out here. he was in no place to offer anyone the comfort of neverwinter forest, especially now, when any unfamiliar face could be an enemy. still, he felt for the lanky creature.

he felt for anyone who found themselves alone, at the mercy of others.