Aithne Charr
Heir of Fire
Solan's feet moved over the snow covered ground of Midvinter as he made for a cantina where he could warm up, even with all he had on it still bit deep into his skin and froze him to the bone.. well cartilage. That was one thing he hated about his weight and height, no body fat to keep him warm which meant he had to rely solely on the clothing he had been able to be granted, which was two lays of basic clothing and a warm winter cloak pulled close around him as he breathed in. His eyes moved through the area and his eyes blinking as he breathed in the chilled air as he found a cantina... sadly it was closed.
Solan's voice came out as he cursed under his breath and looked around at the others in the area, maybe they would know a place that was open where he could get a drink or a place to hunker down and atleast warm up for a bit.
Solan's voice came out as he cursed under his breath and looked around at the others in the area, maybe they would know a place that was open where he could get a drink or a place to hunker down and atleast warm up for a bit.