Genevieve
The Forstead mountains, a hazardous place indeed. Biting cold winds, jagged rocks and sheer cliff faces that would see you plummet for miles. A land most consider to be hostile but some consider serene- enchanting even. Such a realm is this that the Alabaster Estate is located. 

Deep within the heart of the harsh forests and mountains of rugged Forstead lies an estate long forgotten and seemingly untouched by time. Where one would expect moss to cover walls- trees and roots claim the walk ways and small bridge- there is nothing but pristine care. It seems whomever lives at this place has kept it well taken care of all these years.

The city folk call it a bad omen, a place of bad luck, others say an old legend lives there- an old hero from a time before. None know for sure anymore, nothing but old wives tales and legends weaved about a great hero from some lifetime ago that lived there. Or, used to, anyway.

Despite the stories about the estate being as varied as they are vague it seems someone is waiting for adventurers to begin arriving. A man stood out at the nexus where the bridge meets an estate, tapping his foot in a rhythmic pattern while holding his arms behind his back. Not only are adventurers hoped for, they're obviously expected. It's a wonder how long he's been out here waiting, it's apparent he's either expecting more... Or no one's shown up...

*Yet.*
Lela
Amber gazed up at a fortress of stone, icy blankets of snow coating the tops of toots and stairways. The image of Forstwad was one of adversity, intensity, and frigid pride with how harsh nature's touch lingered during its winter seasons. Many could not survive the cold weather, even bundled up and knowing how deadly it could be.

And yet she was there, unbothered by the chilled winds or softly falling snow. Wisteria had joined Noctis's little band of misfits they called a crew after much deliberation. Things had only settled after meeting everyone, but it seemed a test was in order for her. An initiation to prove to everyone she had what it took and was serious about joining. A mission, or any kind, that could line their pockets with gold. They'd need it for the road ahead.

At least that was what Noctis said.

She would have taken anything so long as it wasn't boring, but one on a nearby mission board had caught her eye along with adventurers and sell swords passing by. Vague in its words, but it offered something of interest to her.

And here she was now on Forstead, gazing up at the fortress in front of her.

"Alabaster, huh?" The name rolled off her tongue, something sitting in the back of her mind at saying the name. She ignored the feeling for now, heading down a long pathway leading to the estate stood. The crinkle of snow echoed in the silence beneath her feet, her lone eye catching something in the distance.

No, someone.

"You seem like you're getting agitated. I don't remember a time on your inquiry posted out in town." Wisteria spoke up to the man, seeing how he tapped his foot and stood rooted in his spot. "Looking for adventurers?"
Ray
Snow. That was the first thing Thyri had noticed about the mountains she had been travelling up. Frost covering each rock and stone, plants struggling with the climate, and there was no doubt there was some body of a lost merchant hidden deep beneath the snow, along with whatever wares they had been selling.

Thyri absolutely *Hated* It. Shivers ran through her body as she trudged up the path, the crunch of snow her only companion as the estate came into view. She had found out about such a quest from a bounty an adventurer had left in her smithy. She couldn't be blamed for garnering such an interest in the subject. Magic items were certainly something she was around rather frequently. No point in complaining about the snow now, she had already made her way into Forstead, she couldn't just turn around now.

It was an impressive sight, viewing the estate from a distance. It seemed to tower over the mountains around it, creating quite the stark contrast to the dangerous land surrounding it. The condition the building in was certainly a surprise, she would have thought such a place would be abandoned due to the dangers around it.

As she approached, she took note of the two individuals standing. Seems like she was not the first to arrive. Hopefully a group hadn't arrived already.

"Oi! This the right estate?" The blacksmith prayed that she had not taken a wrong turn somewhere lower on the mountain.

Uncaring if she was seen as rude or impolite, the blacksmith made her way up to the two, looking over both with a keen eye. The eye of a smith. She looked over whatever equipment they might have had on their person, trying to spot what condition such items were in. Thyri knew one could tell quite a bit from how a person kept their equipment.
Wanita
Allisara had been traveling through Forstead when she had heard about a quest. She was wanting something to do for a while now, she read it and looked up to see the mountains. She had heard stories from locals about thse cold mountains and an old estate left alone and referred to as a bad omen. She was always up for adventure and challenge, the quest said to meet up there for more information.

*"Can't wait to see what kind of trouble I'll be getting myself into here."*

Alli sarcastiaclly thought to herself, she pulled the hood of her cloak up over her head and tightened the rest of the cloak around her to keep warm. She patted the head of her familiar that was a tiger before swinghing her legs over the tiger and they traveled up towards the mountains. She didn't hate the cold and snow, but it wasn't her favorite thing in the world. As she traveld on her tiger, she noticed footprints in the snow as she grew close to the estate. They were recent.

Allisara knew she wouldn't be alone on this quest but she didn't know how many others would be here. So as she grew closer, more and more footprints stood out in the snow. When she was just outside the entrance she climbed off of her familiar and had him lay outside and wait. She removed the hood and stepped inside, she didn't appear on edge but was scanning everything around until she spotted the others. 

"Guessing this is the place to be." 

The Elf brushed some snow and ice off of her cloak before walking to a wall nearby and leaning against it. Crossing her arms she waited for whoever was leading this or whoever gathered all these strangers here to speak or appear.