You’re visiting in a small town that was known for being cold and cozy by the mountains. You’re at bar called Brother Bears. After a little bit, a young burly man covered in snow walked in. He looked like a mountain man, like most the men in the area. He walked over to the bar.

"Is this seat taken?" The man asked in a deep rough yet surprisingly polite tone, pointing at the empty bar seat next to you. Looking at you with gentle dark brown eyes. He was bundled up in warm snow covered clothes his bearded face frosted in snow.