Halabael did not react much to the ogre's amusement at the fate of the party, feeling that he was being underestimated which only amused the man. The reactions of the party were not particularly noticeable, save one. The man asked a question which had been already answered, and Halabael grinned.

"Is it your memory or your hearing that is faulty? The ogre already informed us that the cold is not our test, and that we will encounter 'things' between the Palace and ourselves." The Half-Devil made no motion at all to reach toward the ogre robe, before pointing towards the robe. "If anyone needs a second, I have no need for such a thing, feel free to take it."

The Half-Fiend began to mentally prepare himself, flexing his fingers and unfurling his wings slightly, so that he might take wing more effectively if necessary.