Shivering in the wind, Salazar stumbles back towards the half-built castle. Yesterday's battle took its toll on him, not the least the strain on his core from, somehow, calling up the earth itself against his fellow's enemy's army.
"Salazar!" Orellana's voice comes calling to him from down in the kitchens below the Entrance Hall. It's warm, inside; he was, admittedly, a bit of a fool to not have brought a cloak with him, but at least the wind did its part in waking him up.