The stream took a bend to the right, toward the west, away from where he headed now. "It was a physical pain," he clarified, in the event that she was wondering. "But anything that might have been emotional, was squashed a long, long time ago." He nodded to her and began towards the east. "Here in the north, you might be surprised to find how many settlements there are here that are no longer occupied. Here we will be alone long enough for you to learn what I have to teach you. It's secluded enough to remain hidden, but easy enough to find if you need to find it."
The settlement which he was talking about was indeed well hidden, for it seemed as if what they were walking toward was little more than a rising snow covered hill. He began to walk around it, rather than toward it, and it soon was visible that the hill was actually a roof that was built partway into the ground, as was the rest of the cabin. The room was of a lean-to fashion, and steps were carved out toward the entrance. Vandryn walked toward the entrance, and made sure to look around them carefully before opening the door and welcoming her inside.
Inside the cabin, a fire was already burning in the corner hearth, though it was dying low. It was a single room, but wide and larger than it appeared from the outside, with a rustic look to it.. "Welcome to my temporary home," he said, working on the clasp of his cloak. He undid it and threw it on the antlers on the wall that served as a coat hanger. "What, you didn't think I would actually stay in that rathole of a tavern would you? Sometimes, it doesn't hurt to have standards. If you are hungry, there's fresh venison cooking by the fire."
