"Mnph?" Ainsworth looked up with a mouth full of food as Torie posed a question to the group and Dew grabbed his attention. He wasn't prepared and spent the time it took him to finish chewing to think about his response. "Back to Vdara, you mean?" He scrunched up his face as his face as he did the math in his head. The city was out of his path of travel, but at the rate the weather was changing, he doubted he could make it down to Kethlerin before the roads got snowed over. Snowy roads weren't the worst to travel by, but they were more likely to cause damages to the horse and supplies. Plus, he wasn't carrying enough cold-weather equipment. His gear could keep off the chill, but it wouldn't stand up to a snowstorm. "I don't know... I guess I could," he conceded. "It would be nice to sleep in a bed for a little while and I can technically sell Tug and the rest of my cargo anywhere. Would you be offended if I thought it over tonight and gave you my answer in the morning?'
The magician's eyes widened as Kriegstad presented Dew and himself with a fresh deer pelt for warmth. He shot a look of poorly disguised panic at Dew as the dryad foisted the pelt to him. It was a look that said 'Come back! Don't leave this to me, please!' Ainsworth forced a smile on to his face. "Thank you, uh, very much for your... generosity," he said quickly, "but between blankets and a tent, I am very, um, toasty. So as you can see here, I am also not bothered by the cold and therefore Torie, you are welcome to take it." He nodded unconvincingly.
Once he was done eating, Ainsworth scraped his plate into the fire and left the circle for a few minutes to pitch his tent and finish the any tasks left to do before the day was over. The "tent" was a waterproof canvas hung on a light a-frame. It was more to keep the snow off than to provide warmth. He set it up far enough away from the fire that it was out of the space of the others, but close enough that some of the light still made its way over. It was a shame. He had hoped to have a few more nights underneath the stars.
Once everything was set, he returned to the fire with one of the blankets from his bedroll slung over his shoulder.
"I'll be up for a little while," He said. "Let me know if I'm bothering any of you or if you want me to take a shift. Though, from the sound of it, Dew has that covered." He grabbed his cup and enjoyed the warmth of the campfire. The cold night air was starting to nip at his skin. He watched as a few more snowflakes drifted down and shivered. "Hopefully that snow will be light... I guess we'll see what the morning brings."