Oohagan walked through the snow, moving towards the temple as fast as his old body could move. He could feel the cold seeping in through his shimmering purple robes. In the midst of the blizzard, he moved like a purple blemish on an otherwise pristine, white landscape. Taking a little time to catch his breath and warm himself, he waited in a dark corridor. After a few deep breaths he looked around to see where is the meeting place. A single lit door waited a little further.
He opened the door and found himself looking at a large table with a few plates of food on it. The only occupants were an old man and a rather large younger man, both clerics of the Wind Goddess. There also seemed to be a lady dressed in white sitting on the left side. It seemed that he was one of the early ones to reach the temple. He walked in and sat on the closest seat to the door, on the same side as the lady. He was clearly tired from travelling through the blizzard. It seemed to him that the lady had just finished speaking when he entered. Not wanting to interrupt, he waited for a second to confirm she was through, before introducing himself.
"M'lady, good sirs. I am Oohagan, formerly of the Wizards Guild of the White Rose. An old friend of mine from the Guild informed me of your need for help. I used to be a teacher at the Guild, but felt the urge to travel and learn. I have been travelling for a few months now and have finally come to this little town here. I hoped that an adventure would help me gain a more practical sort of knowledge about magic. This cold however is certainly not conducive to learning. All the protection I have are my robes, which certainly are no match for some furs. I seem to be rambling now. I will keep quite lest my droning puts you youngsters to sleep. It has happened with my novices one too often."
Saying this he looked at the young cleric and the lady. Then with a quick glance at the older man to share the joke, he let out a little laugh and settled down. However he still felt the chill from outside in his bones and so moved closer to the fire and started warming himself, occasionally glancing at the white robed lady. While he initially felt that she too is from the order, he realized that while her robes may be white, they weren't those of the order of the White Rose. He also took out what appeared to be a waterskin and took a drink from it, offering it the others. "It keeps the cold away and before you ask, 'tis just wine, not any sort of potion."