The next morning feels somewhat ominous, and not just because I’m finally going to tackle Aela’s assignment and clear out a den full of unknown beasts. There’s a distinct chill in the air and it feels like rain might be on the way. Glancing at the skies, I send a small wordless prayer to Kynareth that she might hold the rain off for a few more hours. Of course, given that I recently pummeled one of Kynareth’s priestesses — y’know what, never mind! Forget I even asked!
With the skins I collected yesterday, I craft Jenassa a cloak and a fur-lined hood. Those long pointy elf ears look like they could get cold easily. She doesn’t accept them graciously, but she concedes that they might be a good idea.