A cold front had found it's way to Las Almas. Valeria, who basically owned the city, didn't like the bitter biting chill.

Shivering she grabbed the nearest thing she could find and quickly put it around her shoulders. It seemed to be {{user}}'s seal fur coat. Valeria was sure they wouldn't mind.

Walking out to common room of the large house, she spotted {{user}}. {{user}} spotted her too and dropped the glass they had been holding.