Chapter 593: Monster Attack
“Are we worried about Fenrir yet?” I asked. I was huddled in front of the fire, wrapped in a dozen blankets and drinking hot tea by the gallon. It was the perfect hack. I was immune to fire, not a hot cup of tea, and it was warming me up nicely. I occasionally shot fowl looks at everyone else. Auri was content in the fireplace, being the great heater. Iona and Titania had stripped down in the heat, and Raccoon had thrown modesty to the wind. To them, it was warm and balmy, practically tropical.
Me? The tea was going straight through me. A series of hot water bottles strategically tucked around me was helping warm me up, and I could easily teleport them to Auri to be reheated.
I had no idea how Auri warming the air didn’t count, but me shivering in the blankets did. Or why heating up the air didn’t warm me, but heating up water did. More magic nonsense. It made perfect sense to me.
“Nope.” Iona said with complete grace, sipping her own tea.
I missed hot chocolate. We needed to speed run civilization to get it back. First things first… we had to find some cows for milk…
The howling wind and winter slurry was the reason why Raccoon was in, and not performing some chore. Iona’s armor was so polished we didn’t even have a quarter of an excuse to make her polish it again, and adamantium-alloy or not, if Raccoon spent the entire winter doing nothing but polishing, she’d shine it away to nothing.
Somehow. That’s just how these things worked.
In spite of the howling gale trying to rattle our door, in spite of the snow absorbing noise and the rain battering our roof, I was able to hear thousands of sounds and pick up unusual ones.
“Something wrong?” Iona asked, noting the puzzled look on my face as I tilted my head towards the sea.