Alistair's eyes narrow, but it's not just in reaction to the wind. Giant spiders, all right, that's actually kind of normal for him -- it's the very-coincidental snow blast that isn't.

Magic ice spiders. Yeah. That's a new one.

With barely a moment's hesitation, he dives forward, trying to get his daggers into the spider's belly before it raises itself out of reach. If that earns him another blast of snow to the face? Then he'll know for sure.