[He can be punctual when he cares to be – and for better or for worse, he decides not to keep her waiting long. A sudden burst of light confined to a pillar-like form precedes his appearance, the portal still thrumming as he steps out of it and approaches her, boots crunching softly over mounds of snow. The cowl of his cloak is pulled low over his head, shading his eyes. He hadn’t any smile for her nor any teasing preamble this time; he only extends a gloved hand, curling his fingers in a beckoning gesture.]
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Come with me.
[His breath plumes in the air.]