[ Chongyun notices the shivering. It's cold, and the natural dampness of the underground only adds another bite of chill to the air. He exhales himself, a puff of white air on the trail of that breath. ]
It's cold for you, isn't it? You'll be warmer topside.
[ As another snowball flies toward Sheliak's face. He can't keep this up forever, the power of his Vision still limited, so he can only hope the man gives up because it's too frosty for his liking quickly. ]
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It's cold for you, isn't it? You'll be warmer topside.
[ As another snowball flies toward Sheliak's face. He can't keep this up forever, the power of his Vision still limited, so he can only hope the man gives up because it's too frosty for his liking quickly. ]