[You keep going! Every so often, when you turn, you find another pleasant scene. A warm hearth, a rooftop with a gentle breeze. But every time you enter them, they disappear. The sense of eyes on you doesn't let up, but you do, eventually, reach the center.

There, you find a small hollow, free from the cold. There's a fireplace and a plush sofa, on which Pavo is lounging with a cocktail glass in hand.]

Wow, you didn't even a flinch. That's an adeptus for you.