Orpheus hisses in pain as bits of ice bite into his skin. He had to find cover quickly. The elf tries to cast a spell, but another jagged piece of ice strikes him, breaking his concentration. He mutters a curse in bastardized Elvish, angered over the wasted spell, and runs for the nearest bit of cover, abandoning the idea of getting to the tavern.

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