March 12th dawn partly overcast. It got down to -18F last night...with the wind chill it felt like -31. Still, thanks to your magic, you were comfortable.
This morning Scryte seems to be strangely silent for a change...and for good reason...someone gagged him during the night.
Gonzo seems to be pleased, though.
"Ahhhh! Silence...sweet golden silence! Yer rattling prattle is givin me a bodacious headache! I sure hope you do more fightin and less taukin when we find sumthin worth fightin."
You set out after breakfast, and spend an uneventful day of travel...still heading north-northeast. The temperature barely budges all day from its predawn low.
That night, after you have set up camp and eaten again, Occa casts another identify...on the robe.
He determines that it can make the wearer more difficult to see.
Pharian casts identify next...but alas for him (being a mere 1st ed magic user) it has been too long for him to learn anything about the items.