Sunrise came sluggishly, the light battling through a thick layer of clouds and illuminating the fact that many surfaces now sported a delicate layer of frost on them. Only the truly bravest, or truly desperate for work, were out and about.

Everything in Dunmai looked like a pale imitation of itself, the lack of colours truly highlighting just how ramshackle the city was. Papers flew half-heartedly through the air, the wind having all but died as the cold came through.

The docks were by far the worst effected, the proximity to the water only amplifying the chill that held the city in its grip.

Ice grew on rigging, frost painted hulls with intricate patterns, sailors swore more than usual as they battled to make sure their ships survived the sudden cold snap. It seemed no one in their right mind would be out and about today.

Well, good thing being sane wasn't a requirement for being a hero.

The Scarlet Dragon seemed to be the only ship spared from the cold, mist rolling down from its carved figure head to give the illusion that the dragon was actually alive. It's bright paint stood out like a beacon against the muted greys of its surroundings, though it seemed the cold was doing its best to drain away the vibrancy. The crew was rushing about getting everything in order, magic being used to help speed things up.

If all went well, they would be on their way to Pulani by noon