Forget the fleet. We're in dire need of supplies—namely food.<BR><BR>Conditions must be perfect or the supply ship can't enter the {@Rgn:31009$$Beacon Point Garrison}. Lately, conditions haven't even been good.<BR><BR>{@LinkCreature:231#1027$$Yasper}'s predicts the weather with decent accuracy. Ask him for a forecast, would you? Ghauth wants another forecast, eh? It's only been about five minutes since I gave him one, so that makes sense.<BR><BR>Here's the thing. This weather? It's not natural. I believe there's powerful sorcery behind it.<BR><BR>The severe conditions are here to stay for some time, I'm afraid.<BR><BR>Wish I could give him better news. My fears are realized. It's an effort in futility to defend this place in such bitter cold. We must pull out before it’s too late.<BR><BR>Inform {@LinkCreature:231#1008$$Pedr} of my opinion, and tell him I'll use his hide to line my coat if he makes noise about it. {@LinkCreature:231#1023$$Ghauth} is as straightforward as any man, but he's inordinately prudent.<BR><BR>Sure, the supply ship is delayed, but the situation is far from hopeless. Giving up on this stronghold is out of the question.<BR><BR>My colleague {@LinkCreature:231#1013$$Urwah} confirmed that the fleet is on its way. I put my complete trust in him. Don't worry about Ghauth.