[DM – Old]

Ozander reasoned she must be freezing half to death, and had stopped
to adjust her clothing as she could. Had the loneliness been hers? He
didn't think so. Certainly she was quiet as a mouse, but so was he,
and while the wizard often felt lonely and isolated in his studies,
it was never so bad as despair. Anyway, the feeling felt older
somehow, as though it belonged to someone in their forties or
fifties, and Aina could not have been much older than him.


[Ozander – New]

At a momentary loss, Ozander first slowed and then halted his
progress down the busy street. Familiar with the fleeting nature of
these impressions, he knew details would soon fade if he didn't take
an instant to review them in his mind. Shifting his gaze from Aina
for a moment, he bowed his head and looked to the snow at his feet as
he concentrated.

Finally he sighed. Ozander knew that this impression he had received
was not necessarily destined to come to pass, but this vision like
many before was aggravating in its vagueness and left him with little
usable insight. Was the woman here now or would the event take place
on another date? This location or elsewhere? She was about to catch
her husband cheating, watch her only child succumb to a fatal
illness, or face some other disparaging event, and there was nothing
this wizard could do about it. For Ozander – a man who liked his
details in neat little rows – the gift often proved to be a
frustration.

But here, in front of the wizard right now, was Aina. Most likely
not the woman he had sensed, but no divination was required to see
her current state. He raised his eyes back up to look at here. This
woman at least, he could help. He walked up to her where she stood
shivering in the doorway.

"Aina, my goodness! That cloak is about worn through! Why don't you
share my cloak and let me walk you home? It's quite big enough and
it should help to keep the both of us a bit warmer."