Alistair gathers an armful of branches from a pile in the corner. Adding them to the fire, he coaxes the flames a little higher with a wave of his hand, until he's sure the fresh wood has caught.

Without looking up from the task, he says, "If it's bad enough they're killing anyone who wants to help, not just mages, then I wouldn't advise wandering around. You'll either catch a cold or a knife to the back."

He raises his eyes from the fire.

Wry, "So long as you're not planning to kill me or drag me off anywhere, that is."