Klarion Bleak, and this is Teekl. Well met, Miss Yang.

[ The cat perched on his shoulders gets a few head-scritches, and Klarion gives Yang a polite nod before glancing down at his outfit. He tugs at the heavy fabric once or twice, looking somewhat irritated.]

Normally it wouldn't be an issue. Whenever Teekl and I visit a location where the climate disagrees with us, we simply teleport away, but since we can't seem to leave...