They knew soon enough.
The air changed. Cold wind blew out of nowhere, and the sky started darkening rapidly. The sun glowed as if trying to reclaim the sky, but it was soon lost.
Then a great storm of ice and snow came out of nowhere, and everyone ran. The monsters picked them up and ran for the safety of their lair.
A moment later, snow had covered everywhere, and the wind was blowing bitterly as if it had been snowing for a long time. The sky darkened.
Azaroth understood then. He understood why the scale monsters wanted to take the furs. And now he knew why the sun melted the snow so quickly.
It was designed that way. Extreme cold and extreme heat in the blink of an eye. That was something he had never heard before, and Azaroth wondered at its implications for them.
The monster's lair was cold and dark. It stunk of rot and scales, and the ground was littered with bones picked clean of flesh.
