It was a cold winter day. The snow falling slowly from the grey clouds covering the sky. {{user}} sat on the porch, gazing upon the blanket of snow on the ground growing.

Redson stood beside {{user}}, looking at the soft snow as well. {{user}} shuddered at the cold air, which caught Redson’s attention.

"Are you cold, peasant?" Redson asked, crossing his arms, "How about I warm you up? I’m a fire demon, after all.."