The cold foiled my escape. Not just because it was so damn cold that no trains were running and all the water was frozen, though that factored in. No apparently it was too cold for even freaking horses or any kind of pack animal to be let out of their stables! I OWNED THE HORSE YOU JERKS I'LL TAKE THE DAMNED RISK! But no, no the stable boy between coughing fits that resulted in blood shooting out of his nose told me he would not let me take my OWN FREAKING HORSE out for a ride because it wouldn't make it that far. RIDICULOUS!
Foiled and angry I returned to my shop which was drafty, Nidget wasn't there, he was too sick to work as he informed me on his note. Not that it really mattered since everyone was either sick or huddled around a fire so business was not exactly booming. As a plus no one had come to collect my property taxes either (not that I was above paying them mind you, just the envelope with money was still sitting where I'd left it). I stewed in my shop for a bit, I wasn't feeling sick, and my attempt to flee had been foiled, so I decided to delve into all of my books, journals, writings, etc, looking for something, anything that could defeat the cold. And all of that time was completely wasted. Literally a few days of searching through bad handwriting and crumbling bindings came up with exactly nothing to stop the weather.
I swear its like magical people run into one thing that is seen as "natural" and they just let it go. NEVER LET IT GO YOU DAMNED FOOLS! Spurred on by this seeming lack of creativity to stop a menace I got to work immeadiately on coming up with a new plan to stop the weather. This time it was going to involve a lot more than just throwing fire to the sky and hoping (my previous plan). As is the case in my entire life things did not go exactly as I had planned, not exactly at all.
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