He squints up at the sky as he leaves the library, watching the clouds roll in. Before he's even made it a block, the snow is falling - and it seems to be coming down harder and harder with every moment that passes. Could a natural storm have developed so quickly?

Natural or not, though, living in Skyrim has taught him how to react to unexpected snowstorms: duck into the nearest convenient shelter. In his case, that's the library he just recently left. So he turns and races back in, finding a quiet corner of the stacks to curl up in and wait out the storm.