One of those days, as Eleven's sitting there in the cold in his outdoor clothes scribbling away, he'll find someone nudging him slightly with one boot and glancing over the other young man with some curiosity.

"An odd place to take your leisure, out in this temperature," Archeval notes dryly, sounding a little bit amused somehow. He too is dressed for the weather, in his battle robes with a cloak thrown over his shoulders.