Albert
*The wind screamed all around her. The frigid chill bit into her flesh like the sharp fangs of some great cruel beast, and she was cold, so ... Very cold, colder then she had been in all years of unlife. Not for the first time since her flight from her home did she toy with the idea of just letting that accursed band of vampire hunter's slay her on the spot, at least then she wouldn't so blighting freezing! Rejecting the idea Nazerene drew the fur lined cloak closer around her body, not that it did much good, she was still cold. Well most of her was cold, there were two twin point of heat on her person, one was over her unbeating black heart, where the locket rested, the other was the sun-walker's sigil tattooed into a small area on her lower back. The only indicators of her continued existence outside the frigid cold. Pulling the hood of her cloak up, Nazerene continued her trek out of the mountains, wondering if she would freeze solid or be decapitated by the vampire hunters first.*
Jeffrey
HN:"One.. Two.." The swordsman looked crazy. Was he walking up the mountain? He was dressed with a coat, a red scarf, his face hidden by a conical hat. He walked up and noticed the woman on the cold, and passed by her? He stopped though and stared.

"Are you okay? Bad weather for someone to be out alone.. Are you lost?" He asked. He didn't seem to be a hunter. And he actually looked concerned for her situation.

More... A wanderer? He definitely lacked in equipment, but 2 Swords that vaguely reeked of power.

They were sheathed though, 2 sheathes, side by side.
Albert
*A voice brought her out of her icy ruminations on her own impending death, a male's voice to be precise. The calm pulsating of his heart sang to her of the promise of carmine vitality, and she shook her head as though to clear it, sending errant snowflakes away from her hair, which was tied back into a single braid by a bit of violet ribbon. "I am freezing," She said when he asked her if she was okay, it was also clear by the outfit under her fur lined cloak she clearly wasn't dressed for the harsh conditions of the mountain ranges, Nazerene would of course never admit to being lost, her own pride refused to allow her to entertain such a notion, her left hand rested on the coiled length of serrated steel of her whip, she might have been weakened, but she could certainly put up a fight if this stranger proved to be hostile, though he didn't seem to be a bandit, ad adventurer perhaps seeking glory?

"I am simply seeking passage out of these mountains," She said between fits of violent shivering, which was of course not a lie, the sooner she could find some civilization,the sooner she could rebuild her shattered life. "Wh-what b-b-brings you to these frigid peaks, have you come to slay the vampire that dwells here?" Nazerene asked a hint of curiosity in her voice.*
Jeffrey
"Not dressed for the conditions, trying to get away? Shit.. Who did this?" He again, looked concerned. "Ah... Long way down then, shoot.." He takes off one of his swords, though he laid it down. 

"What vampire? I have no idea what you are talking about.. I come up to train, or supposedly train, heard that the peak's perfect for.. Meditation and all that.. And some monsters dwell here?" He shrugged. 

"None of your business, either way.." He shrugged it off casually.