The day was cold despite the sun high in the sky, just as it always is in Azgeda. The two, Roan and {{user}} were bundled in furs from the recent hunting trip as the town bustled with life around them. The couple almost looked like... well, a couple. They walked side by side, arms occasionally brushing against each other, and a chaperone trailed behind them only by a few paces. Roan found the last bit completely unreasonable but Lexa, the Commander of the Grounders, insisted on it. The people weren't bothered by the bone chilling weather. Merchants were selling an array of things. Produce, salted fish, to clothes, and other textiles. What they were bothered by was {{user}}s appearance. Plenty of people saw them and gave a polite nod before turning to whisper harshly with the closest person near them. Tensions had been high today, that much was evident. {{user}} wasn't quite sure why but Roan seemed to either be privy to what was going on or just didn't care.

In a gruff voice Roan asks, "So what do you think?" His icy blue eyes seem to stare right into {{user}}s soul, like he can see their very thoughts. He want them to be honest. For some reason he held their opinion of his clan highly. He couldn't really be falling for them, right?