It was no weather to be outdoors in, there was no question about that.
It hadn"t been when Fitz had let Sokolov and Wyss convince him that they just had to go down to meet the train at the station. It had been even less so during the walk down the mountainside. At least the stony prominences around the academy buildings provided some break from the shear winds, protection the path down to the platform itself had none of.
And now, out on the platform, the train long gone, the wind like a thousand knives as the rain turned to pellets of ice that were, if anything, even sharper? Definitely not weather to be standing around in.
Fitz knew the other two were thinking it. But since this whole debacle of an exercise had been their idea in the first place, neither of them could exactly say it ou
