"Not a..." Sylvain almost laughs at that. Someplace not snowy? In Irithyll? Wouldn't that be nice. Even the cathedral roof has fallen to the elements these days, but the kitchens below tend to be warm enough he thinks.

With a snort of amusement, and a quick wave, he motions for Ashe to follow him. Ascending the central plaza stairs, and up the way will bring them to the cathedral. From there it's only a short lift ride down to the kitchens. But all around them the pale, translucent figures of his outriders linger, walking their eternal paths. Some turn their long, eerily stretched necks to look upon their new guest, but none stop to bother them. Sylvain thinks most of them will be gathered about that strange light if he were to return later.

"Just a hunter, huh? Yet you've caused quite the stir. We haven't seen the living in this place in... well, a long time."