Stoke the fire

Not even your Nord blood could stave off this cold entirely. In fact, you were surprised not to see frost salts trickle down as you ran a hand through your tawny mop of hair.

At least it'll give you a chance to practice one of the few basic spells you picked up on your arduous journey.

Eyes fixed on a single dying ember, you imagine it flare up; the makings of a raging inferno. The scene was so vivid that you could almost feel the heat emanating from it as you raised your hands to the hearth.

Or maybe it was the sudden gout of flame that arced from your palms and engulfed the dry tinder. The sensation numbed to a tingle as you snapped out of your reverie.

One cosy fire. Check.

"A mage, eh?" Nelacar looked up from his work to shoot you a sly grin. "I'm quite the arcane scholar myself, perhaps I have a tome or two that might interest you..."