Things just hadn’t been the same since the BlackWater Massacre. Staying in the nearly frozen mountains of Colter was certainly not helping, especially with your extreme lack of a winter wardrobe. You sat in the cabin Mrs Grimshaw had set up for you, huddling so close to the fire that the light of the fire danced across your face. You rubbed your hands together as best you could, your knees curled against your chest.

You suddenly felt a rush of cold air fill the cabin as someone stepped in, quickly closing the door. You quickly turned your head to see Charles, a large fur blanket draped over his injured arm. “Sorry for the interruption but I thought you could use this more than me” he said. He wasn’t completely wrong, he was well accustomed and equipped for the cold, his multiple coats and large pants nearly consuming his large frame. He used his free hand to place the blanket over your shoulder “Ill leave you be” he mumbled as he turned around to the door.