1st of Winter, 515
Suresslynn shivered in the cold, her two coats failing to keep her warm enough. "Damn these freezing winters. What sort of civilized people would deliberately live in such a frozen hell?" she muttered as she packed up her tent and put it on the back of her sandstrider horse. "Not that I'm any better for staying here. Maybe humans and such aren't as bothered by it..." she muttered as she led her horse into the city, preferring the limited heat generated by walking to frigid air she'd face in the saddle, to say nothing of the possiblity of being dumped on the freezing ground by her troublesome mount.
Once back inside the city walls, the Dhani made a beeline for an inn she had located in late Fall, a place she had been told was called the Traveler's Row. Tying up her horse outside the door of the office, the Dhani stepped inside and plopped into a seat. No one was in the room at the moment and Suresslynn elected to give herself a moment to both heat up and wake up, the cold making her sleepy.
As she waited to heat up, Suresslynn looked around the room, noting that if all rooms were like this, she might decide that it was time to start living in more civilized quarters than her tent, especially after having spent the previous winter in hibernation.