Gabriel hums in agreement, retrieving a thick pile of furs from a pile. His forelegs gather them up and he tosses them in Sam's direction. "Weather's been unsettled since spring. The amount of magic being thrown around is messing with the balance."

Either that or his brother is dicking around in the mountains looking for him.

The dragon sits up on his rear legs, tapping a claw against a wing in thought. Humans need more than just warmth, but it's been awhile so he has to remember. "Get settled. I'll go nab some dinner and then you can tell me what got you into such a ridiculously dangerous trade."