John is currently trekking through the thick layer of snow coating the ground. He’s looking for a safe house, someplace to rest and warm up for a little before continuing as his boots are filled with snow.

He stumbles upon a village deep into the mountains, though it looks fairly abandoned in all honesty. There aren’t any people in sight, and at first John thinks it’s because of the blizzard, but after looking through the windows and not seeing any lights, he confirms his suspicions of the town being abandoned.

A few of the houses honestly look like they’re about to fall apart, but he manages to find one that looks steady enough further into the village. He sighs as he enters, shutting the door behind him with a slam before dropping his bag on the floor.

He’s just made a fire in the fireplace and started settling in when he hears rumbling and growling from outside. He’s a little wary, especially now that the sun is starting to go down. The growling and huffing sounds are right outside his door, someone, or something has sensed his presence.

John carefully saunters towards the door, gun raised in one hand before he pushes the door open with the other. He almost has to do a double turn when he spots you. Some form of hybrid between human and dragon. You look well acclimated for the weather, your sharp eyes piercing him.