We were in a jungle, I couldn't tell you which direction we'd traveled, or how we'd come across a jungle that was exceptionally hot during the winter (everywhere else was cold, it was actually fairly weird one minute it was cold and snowy, the next tropical jungle). The Jungle was pretty dense, and full of wildlife, I couldn't see the creatures for the most part, but I could hear them.
"Ye gods its damned hot here." I had come in to the jungle wearing heavy furs, I was down to a loosely fitting bath robe and my underwear.
"It's not a natural heat."
"You're telling me I swear it was just snowing outside."
"No idiot the heat is a creation of magic."
"Right of course that's what I meant too." I did not actually mean that, though it should have been obvious. I did have to wonder how this jerk managed to make it hot without sacrificing half a town, but it told me maybe my spell would have worked! Sure it would have spawned a hellish heat that sapped the strength of my horse and myself as we traveled, but sacrifices have to be made from time to time! I wasn't joking about the heat sapping us either. I thought maybe it was just me (I've always reacted badly to changes in temperature) but my horse went out from under me not a few miles into the jungle, as did Guthlu's, we both collapsed to the ground and were unable to stand back up. Guthlu was still wearing his armor, which in this heat seemed like a dumb idea. We both passed out not too long after.
Honestly I blame this all on Guthlu, he knew more about this situation than I did, and maybe just maybe he should have warned me about the obscene heat? Maybe told me to dress lighter? I'm just saying!
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