Otter Creek Dark souls stir inside me

She smirked, thinking of the freezing temperatures that the Far North was known for. If he truly came from those lands, then he would have no problem surviving the winters here, of course. She had only been there briefly, and even with her naturally thick coat, she could barely stand the cold winds, and it was summer. Maybe it was a mental trait as well, to be able to stand the cold.

He then asked how she knew so much, but it was really not much of a secretive thing. From her first year to the middle of her fifth, she had travelled, wandering from place to place, picking up languages as she manipulated and spied her way around the continent. "Я много путешествовал в молодости. Я поселился в настоящее время, мы надеемся, для остальной части моей жизни, но я был на всем протяжении." She thought back to the frozen ocean she had gazed across, wondering if there was really another side to the cold waters. "Я никогда не приходило в Берингово море, хотя. Я видел только его."