The sun was shining, the grass was green, the birds were singing, and the breeze was unhealthily warm. It was not a particularly happy day for Dhaifu, former servant of the Lord of Cold, paritcularly for that very reason. It was also partially because the singing birds were hungry carnivores and the green grass only grew in sparse little clumps, being in the desert as he was, but he found those details much less important.
His inner machinations whined, unused to being forced to work under the stress of extreme heat, but his roots called back to a warmer setting than the eternal blizzards he was used to, deep within the dark cathedral, so he merely ignored them and expected them to endure. Well... To a point.
He would have glared at the sun if he had the nerve to raise his head from his own shadow, heaving and barely able to walk at a decent pace. Embarrassing as it was to walk in such a way, he justified his position by the fact that he could still see a great distance from his low vantage point, from which he kept his eyes on the horizon for shade, a nice person with oil, and something he could hunt for food, in that order.