It's been a couple days into the preparation for the...sun thing. New sun? Honestly, the details are a bit of a mess for Magnus to explain or properly retain, but he knows that the sun's gonna disappear for a while and there's gonna be a bunch of weird monsters to fight.

He's done this shit over 100 times. They'll be fine, they have 3/7 of the IPRE crew here!

So he took a little while to explore, maybe get some hunting going to bring meat back for cooking, and to exercise his bones. He finally got to wear his fancy cloak this, so he's not ethereal for the time being! He's a ghost!

He notices something in the snow through the trees, and he squints and tilts his head but they're too far away. Curious, he makes his way over, blinking when it's clear that that is sure a person lying in snow.

Hero time! He trots his way out of the trees, snow crunching under his boots. He'd call out, but the person doesn't even seem to be moving.

"Hey--can you hear me? Hello? Shit."

He crouches by the person, pulling the very thin cloak off his shoulders, regaining his usual physical form, reaching down and giving them a shake. When they don't react, he uses his big burly hands to turn them over.

"...ah, shit."

Damn it, not her.


...wait, he just wasted a charge on this cloak.

"Ah, shit!!!"