Baconhands
The Traveller
Kadri nodded at Keenan's invitation. She approached the group but ultimately resolved to tell them all about her current situation later. She was off the ship a minute or so later and began wading through the snow, looking for a shop that would sell winter coats. It wasn't too difficult to find one. In fact, most of the merchants seemed to have a few extra that they were willing to sell for a reasonable price. As per Keenan's advice, Kadri made sure to ask for a specific type of fur - she asked for one that wouldn't be quite so heavy to carry but would still provide enough warmth to keep her from freezing to death further in to the interior. This garnered her several odd looks from the merchants she spoke to. A few even ventured a few questions about her reasons for heading there, to which she replied her purpose was partly for tourism, partly for academics.
"I would recommend that you take good, strong company with you lass," one of them had warned, "The natives have been restless of late. We haven't had a raid in a few months but settlements up and down the borderlands have been seeing them in droves. Nasty rumours of torture and murder, even more horrific than normal."
Another shook his head at her, speaking in a tone that betrayed that he thought she was mad, "If you see a blizzard, you run. You'll probably already be dead by the time you've noticed it. There's something that lives among them; any one that's been caught by a blizzard is never seen again."
After a long but successful browse, Kadri found herself at the local inn. It was small, rustic and had a pleasantly cosy feel about it. A fire burned in each of the corners; although their flames were imprisoned by metal, the warmth they provided still worked their way around the room and the lineaged was thankful for it. The room had seven round tables, all roughly the same size about six or seven feet in diameter. Each looked polished and in remarkably good condition and each was host to six wooden chairs. Only a couple of the tables were occupied; Kadri took the furthest empty table from the door and sat down. There was a window next to the table; as she looked out of it, she noticed a peculiar sight. It was snowing. But the snow didn't fall from the sky, it rose from the ground. The white blanket on the ground didn't seem to be getting thinner either, even as layer upon layer gently jumped from the floor into the air. Her musing was only interrupted when a voice asked if she wanted anything to drink. When she asked for tea, a premium price was her response but the lineaged didn't care. She paid the price mentioned and waited patiently for her order to come to her.
"I would recommend that you take good, strong company with you lass," one of them had warned, "The natives have been restless of late. We haven't had a raid in a few months but settlements up and down the borderlands have been seeing them in droves. Nasty rumours of torture and murder, even more horrific than normal."
Another shook his head at her, speaking in a tone that betrayed that he thought she was mad, "If you see a blizzard, you run. You'll probably already be dead by the time you've noticed it. There's something that lives among them; any one that's been caught by a blizzard is never seen again."
After a long but successful browse, Kadri found herself at the local inn. It was small, rustic and had a pleasantly cosy feel about it. A fire burned in each of the corners; although their flames were imprisoned by metal, the warmth they provided still worked their way around the room and the lineaged was thankful for it. The room had seven round tables, all roughly the same size about six or seven feet in diameter. Each looked polished and in remarkably good condition and each was host to six wooden chairs. Only a couple of the tables were occupied; Kadri took the furthest empty table from the door and sat down. There was a window next to the table; as she looked out of it, she noticed a peculiar sight. It was snowing. But the snow didn't fall from the sky, it rose from the ground. The white blanket on the ground didn't seem to be getting thinner either, even as layer upon layer gently jumped from the floor into the air. Her musing was only interrupted when a voice asked if she wanted anything to drink. When she asked for tea, a premium price was her response but the lineaged didn't care. She paid the price mentioned and waited patiently for her order to come to her.