Joy
A bitter wind cut through the mountain pass, biting flecks of snow and hail slicing the cold air like sharp, frozen blades. It was not unusual weather for this high up the south side of the Voldur Peaks, but today mother nature seemed particularly bent on preserving the mountain in a block of frigid ice. A thin layer of verglas hung from every surface, the rock faces of the mountain slick and unsurmountable to even the surest of goats.

The path through the hills was veiled beneath thick white heaps of powder, the only guides up the pass were tall markers set in place by some adventurous soul long ago.

Tipped off the side of the path laid a small cart its wheels jutting out from the snow and still spinning. A slender, motionless figure dressed entirely in black cut the milky white path like a sharp stalagmite stuck in the snow, a heavy cape fluttered off his shoulders in the harsh gale.

"It. Is. Fucking. Cold!" The man mouthed to no one in particular.
Ernest
*His arms are crossed as he stomps up the trail. A fur coat wrapped around him. The feathers in his cavalier hat threaten to fly out. He curses in german. Cursing the winds and whatever angry god decided it a good idea to create snow when he sees the wagon up ahead. He looks over. Squinting his eyes from the bitter cold. His black bandana fluttering around his face*

"Hail! Is anyone there?!" *He calls out. Not yet seeing the man as he trudges up to the overturned wagon*

"I'm a doctor! Are you in need of assistance?!" *He yells over the howling winds.*
Amanda
*A cat folk wearing an orange robe walked merrily down the snow capped peaks. He had nothing to warm him but his robe and his short fur, but he seemed unbothered by the freezing temperatures.*

*Spotting the stuck wagon he walked on over interested.*

"You need some help there, buddy? You look stuck."
Joy
Suddenly the once lonely, inhospitable mountain peak was speckled with sentience, the man's singular eye darting between the two figures from beneath the long brim of his own hat. He pulled his heavy cloak higher around his neck, a thick mantle of black raven feathers bristling from his shoulders. 

Green gaze fell first to the shouting tabaxi as it bounded down the snow ridden path, next his attention travelled to the shouting doctor. "Hmm, 'A talking cat and a doctor walked into a blizzard'. This must be the start of some cliched wisecrack! Did I DIE when the cart tipped? Am I in hell?" The man asked, craning his neck to inspect his fallen cart, quite sure he'd find his own body strewn in the wreckage.

"No? Guess I must be alive and simply... Lucky! Gentleman and gentlecat! Such good fortune to find myself among company in cold white purgatory! My cart's tipped and my horse run off!" The man exclaimed, shouting over the wind.
Ernest
"Sounds like you are in quite the pickle!!" *He goes over to the wagon and examines it*

"It's pretty deep in the snow. It's gonna take a minute to get it out!
Amanda
*Tuck stopped to process the meaning of the strange fellow's verbose manner of speaking. His ears twitched at being called a "Cat" However, though he managed to push away his feelings of mild irritation.*

"What? You aren't dead and you aren't in hell or purgatory. This is the Voldur Peaks. You look like you didn't quite think ahead. What are you doing with a horse and cart out here anyway?"

*He walked the remaining distance to try and assess the damage. To see if the cart was broken in any way or just stuck.*
Kathy
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