"Achoo!"
A gust of cold wind howled, carrying dry leaves, and Tianlan involuntarily sneezed as she shrank her neck.
A hand reached from behind to tighten the thick scarf around her neck. The young girl turned around, her eyes apologetically meeting Sister Atira's, the Elf Miss, whose gaze was gentle as she reminded, "Be careful not to catch a cold."
After November passed, the north of Colin Ishurian began to experience a sharp drop in temperature. Inside the inn, the stove and heating managed to keep it somewhat warm, but outside it was already a wintry scene with a chilling wind after entering the season.
The canals within Golande city seemed to frost over overnight, and it seemed likely that it would start snowing within a few days.
Everyone else had put on thick clothing. Fang Hong had an Alchemist-issued winter coat, and Gita also wore a padded long robe and gloves, half of her small face buried in her scarf, her glasses occasionally fogging up.
