If I'm dead I don't really care what you do with my body. [ Royce says, sounding bored. He likes the snow when he doesn't have to be in it, but since he is... he's not exactly having the best time. He's short, and the snow is piled up pretty high - it's an effort getting anywhere. Plus, he's freezing and hungry and annoyed. Two of those things he's used to being, but the first? Not so much. ]

I can see the school from where I'm at. Maybe twenty minutes, to reach the front. [ He pulls his cloak closer, ignoring his stomach and the lack of energy he has. ] Don't get murdered by the clown before you can give me my end of the deal, or you'll be missing fingers when you wake up.