Well... whaddya think? This place doesn't look so bad.

['This' is the frozen palace that has appeared beyond the outskirts of town in recent weeks, still a good distance down the path— but near enough that even from where they stand, Balthus can see that it's well-guarded. These nymphs may not look like much, but he knows better than to let that lead him to underestimate them. If they're able to change the weather on this scale, they've got to be a hell of a lot more than meets the eye.

Brute strength ain't gonna do it.

He lifts his gloved hands to blow on them and try to trap heat between them before rubbing them together, the coat and hat he'd managed to find for himself only able to do so much to ward off the biting cold, and he grins as he looks to his partner.]

I'm thinking we're gonna need to depend on your powers of persuasion, Hilda.

[She's good at talking people into doing things they don't want to. It's basically her livelihood, right?]