Arnold and Cole both had faint frowns on their faces as they stared at Zich standing calmly before them.
The cold air leaking from the room had not disappeared completely, and even now several nearby players continued watching nervously from the corridor corners while pretending not to stare too openly.
"You again." Cole looked visibly unconvinced. "Why does trouble always seem to gather around you?"
"That sounds unfair," Zich said, leaning lightly against the door frame. "I was resting peacefully before half the shelter suddenly appeared outside my room. Did something happen?"
Cole clicked his tongue softly.
His gaze moved past Zich again, searching carefully through the room, but aside from damaged floorboards, scattered frost marks, and the faint smell of poison lingering in the air, nothing openly dangerous remained visible.
