"A challenge to her station, perhaps," he spoke, as his sight trailed away alongside his thoughts. Thankfully, there were no souls but a few birds within earshot to them. "It would not be the first I had seen. In this world, mayhap, but..."

He glanced down to his gloved hands... he swore he could still feel the scratch of timbers from the snowmen's strikes.

"...If those snow-monster attacks were their doing, I cannot say they have my sympathies."