I was already so cold from my inadvertent nap in the Dust Caverns and subsequent early-morning air balloon ride that I didn't even notice the snow until I stepped out onto the platform and it went softly crunch underfoot.

Huh. Winter already?

I must've been giving the crisp white vista a befuddled look longer than I realized: I blinked back to reality with Dark at my shoulder, shoving a mug of something spiced and steaming into my freezing hands and nudging me homewards, and if there were any lingering doubts about him not being the Dark Wizard anymore they would have been quelled if anyone saw how he fussed over the Hero's well-being.