Frost Flowers, In This Heat? BY Morrigan

The triumph of his quest for answers still rang loudly through him. There was no way to know if the girl was right but they could only trust it, being the only coherent and useful sounding bit of information at their disposal. No one else seemed keen to share. He pulled focus by way of clearing his throat, the action causing a wisp of cloud to form briefly in front of him. "There is a frozen lake north of this spot. " He started explaining as he walked forward, weaving towards the front of their troop in an attempt to catch up to the Witch. 

"I am told the flowers ar-" He stopped when a brilliant blue wren landed atop his head. He hadn't seen her transform but based on what he'd seen so far, it appeared that the azure haired mage was now the very same one perched atop of his head. He rolled his eyes up, with half a mind to shoo her away when he thought better of it. He knew all too well the consequences of denying even the most trivial daliance to a determined mage. Instead he pointed forward as he finally fell in step with their host. "...the flowers are inside of a nearby cave." He chanced a look over his shoulder, aware that the pace his set wasn't incredibly attainable given his size compared to others. He slowed as best he could. 

[color=#419dc1]" IN THIS POST"[/color] Ragnar tells everyone the location he learned (he hopes it's right) and starts walking