Beneath her heavy armor, Savannah word regular clothing befitting the horrid weather that continued to assail them in every direction. Snow, ice, hellish winds, and blinding conditions seemed to be the recipe of the evening. She couldn’t believe she was going to be fighting in this mess, nevertheless against bandits. She sighed and reflexively blew on her hands to keep them warm, steam rising from her lips due to her breath.
Silver eyes looked up at the call of hot drink and the Death Knight immediately moved from her stooped position by one of the wagons and instead walked over. She smiled to the woman and inclined her head as ways of giving a silent thank you before grabbing a hot chocolate. Nursing the drink as she returned to her wagon, she sighed as the cocoa and warmth slowly travelled down her throat and spread through her chest.
She leaned against the side of the wagon, sipping at her drink while the wind continued to toss her long black hair back and forth. Every now and then, she would look up from her drink and around her, eyeing the others of the caravan with mere glances. It was apparent she was looking for someone.