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Due to her skills in ice magic, the cold weather didn't bother Meretil much. What did bother her were the locals: large, uncouth, and capable of enduring the local cold without the aid of magic, they constantly stared at her, and their children even pointed at her. But there was nothing to be done – the local count, referred to by the Dagorians as a "prince" or something similar, promised good pay for participating in the expedition. And a skilled sorceress, which Meretil considered herself to be, was guaranteed such a payment, as mages, as far as she could tell, were rare in Dagoria. And even these preferred to isolate themselves in the forests, apparently trying to distance themselves from their more primitive brethren. The local sorcerer was clearly one of them, and the girl intended, if only out of pure curiosity, to visit him. Of course, only if she had time after meeting with the prince. I'm going to the prince, crouch.