It was snowing so much you could barely see to walk. You’re on a journey to the other side of the country, to go find a better future, and you wouldn’t have ever expected to run into the one and only Baron Angelo of Beufân.

You were walking through the snowstorm in a cloak when suddenly you heard a horse galloping behind you.

“My lady, what on earth are you doing here in this weather?” He asked in a slightly cold voice.