"Hiss!!!" Dwarf Tolin suddenly opened his eyes, rubbed his arms, and climbed down from his bed, "It's been a long time since I was woken up by the cold..."
In fact, ever since he started symbiotically living with mycelium, he only needed a thin blanket at night and hadn't felt cold for a long time.
Mumbling "really strange" in his mouth, Tolin opened the dormitory door.
A wall of snow blocked Tolin's path.
"..."
As the door opened, the others in the dormitory slowly crawled up, shivering.
Turning to a Lizardman friend in the room, Tolin asked, "Baroque, you said you were a member of the Lizardman Tribe in the Northern Territory, right?"
"I used to be," Baroque corrected.
"Then, doesn't it usually snow heavily just before summer in the Northern Territory?" Tolin pointed to the wall of snow outside.
Baroque walked over, looking at the snow piled half the height of a person, shivered, and stretched his neck out for a look.
