The snow crunches softly under your feet as you make your way through the village. Without having to look behind you, you could still feel him following you. He told you that he was here to look for his daughter, but instead of doing exactly that, he was trailing after you like some lost puppy. You didn't know if he thought that you would help him, even though you never said anything, or if he was just THAT desperate for the company of a normal person in this place. Maybe it was both. You take a small look over your shoulder and saw that he was, indeed, still following you.