Cathy
*There was a house built on the way through a steady trail towards the top of the mountain. It looks as if it was going to rain... Or at least snow, the winds were howling aggressively as they made the treck. A good question would be, just who was this woman? What kind of grandmother lives on the dark side of the mountain, where it is still mostly dry with a lack of forest? 

The house itself was just a small shack made of wood. It had a water well, a fire pit, and well... Some fortifications. It seems she had her fair share of raids! Of couse she would, this place was a pretty popular route to the mines of unknown materials. 

It was currently dark, but it was lit by some torches as a woman, most likely the old woman, hacking up some firewood and a pigs! She needs her food of course! Approach the woman to interact!*
Ann
Upon the winding path toward a monument of a womans' traveled life a mere form someone who didn't stand very tall pressed his grimy bare toes against the worn road, a disheveled white poncho draped over the youths sunset. For you see a dim light seemed to pour from this particular boys' body a curious glow as orange as the sun cresting over the hilltops' it was enough to ward shadows of fear which clung toward this adrift soul freed from his homeland. Left to wander through a realm which felt so familiar yet unfamiliar toward this youth whose white tufts of fluffy hair cascaded down his chest in a thick ponytail its length braced by rustic silver jewelry. Fithoras' gauze wrapped fingers' cradled a peculiar note he had found tucked within what remained of his faded yellow robes', it depicted a script that of an elders final wish before they departed into Gaias final embrace a wish this nomadic boy couldn't deny. For it tickled his sense of wanderlust to know what hid beneath the very soil he tread and he as well couldn't help but wish he may encounter a hint of where his dearest brother had departed.

An energetic boy Fithora practically bounced along some of the stones which lined the outer encampment whilst clutching his crumpled letter, pretending that if he mistepped he would fall down an endless chasm he hadn't come here with anyone in tow being so detached from society he could resonate with this elders'

Feelings of loneliness. Whilst he playfully tarried along Fithoras' bare heel would slip sailing through the air till he landed upon his rump with a rather sharp "Yip!" Breaking through his lips, he had fallen into the supposed chasm his game was long since over grumbling to himself. "O dreary bitter kiss hath been bestowed upon mine flesh... I shall fall here near endless into thee bleak black chasm!" He threw his hands up into the air playing along with no one near, only his dull grey pupils were pulled by a distant hovel the cabin he was meant to seek? Fithora had asked a few merchants and travelers for the elders hut, it was enough for him to feel the pull of adventure he would stumble upon his two feet practically scampering toward his 'grannys' behest. His heart alight with hope that this would turn out far better than before, oh the childish fool he neglected to even think he may startle her let alone she may still notice his peculiar appearance not to mention the overwhelming stench of tree sap upon his faded garments.

 "O' dearest granny! I hath come toward thine behest... To plunder twitch may lay within thee deepest chasms! We shall plunder and seek what boon dearest Gaia hides for our eyes to bestow, it shall ever be so exciting we may chance upon a haunting shade twiddling beneath thee darkest of chasms!" His voice bubbled with enthusiasm practically playing along with her supposed tittle or perhaps he simply yearned to call someone a familiar tittle from the carefree days he once knew. A voice which carried the energy of a young soul he sounded like a child, yet it carried a curious ethereal quality as if his voice was conjured from somewhere else entirely. He was so caught up within his excitement he barely noticed the woman his hood falling from his shoulders as a fat ponytail trailed down his 4' 7" Body flopping behind his feet an excitable sort to be certain.
Ramon
*Yakaiyo's tired. It's hard for her to catch sleep, and even when she does, she's plagued with dreams, no, nightmares. The wight striking down her children in front of her, then their corpses rising up to face her, the mob of elves storming her house, running away while Hakaze sacrifices himself for her, and she wakes up in a cold sweat, her face wet with tears.*

*Traversing the mountain was hard. Her bare feet scraped against the stones and cut against the blades of grass and leaves, wild animals eyeing easy prey, the cold night air piercing through her tattered robes.*

*She sees the fire in the home. Hopefully there's something good there. She continues to walk towards the light before seeing another figure.*

"You're here because of the letter as well?"
Carla
"Mmm?"

*The tall figure would turn to face her, speaking in an impossibly low voice as if talking though a tuba that seemed to come from no particular part of his body. The figure was covered is a plain brown cloak with a hood that only parted enough to reveal a Sallet helmet underneath. He walked along with the clink of metal armour underneath his robe. There was a pause as the figure processed the words.*

"Yes"

*The words were very deliberate as if each letter was thought through carefully*

"Did it send you here too?"
Cathy
*The woman looked up at the new comer. Ah yes, excited young fellow! She dropped the axe, standing up as straight as possible with an audible crack. All those years have been seeping into her bones it seemed. A closer inspection of her features reveal that... She indeed looked extremely young! She looks so fragile, as if just a simple gust of wind could render her into fine sand. Her hair was a rich white colour, though it was starting to look translucent. It seems that she was covering it with an ancient, poorly fitting knitted cap. Poor Granny, she probably has only seen bandits and the such. 

She gave the young boy such a pure, loveable smile as she extended her hands for a hug. It's as if she already wants to adopt him! But it wasn't really a hug, it was a sign of greetings! He could hug her if he wanted. If he did, it'd feel like every generic grandma's hug! Soft wool sweater... Shaky hands... Feels so fragile... But her previous activity could contradict that. Cutting firewood was a labour intensive job! Seems like she was preparing torches for the group* 

"My child! Are you here to fulfill an old woman's final wishes?"

*She asked, her voice weak and rough from the years. She sounded excited anyways, and her voice showed it! She enjoyed dungeon stuff in her old age... She'll definitely enjoy this.* 

"Come here my child, give me a hug, I beg of thee. I haven't felt one in centuries!" 

*Centuries? Just how old was this lady? She didn't look over 100! Honestly... She doesn't know if this is a complement or not... She still welcomed talking! She definitely has lost some energy from her good ol days, but she still had some!*
Ann
A peculiar boy with swathing lengths of white snowy hair tumbled alongst the path, stumbling upon his feet like a newborn Fithora lacked grace within his movements instead they appeared reckless he practically glowed with energy. Upon his gentle features he had a rather small button nose with a gaunt rather sickly looking frame a smile beamed across his features inviting a smidge warm and yet a hint of sorrow, he expected her to screech perhaps even throw a broom at his head screaming at the top of her lungs as she dismissed him as some wretched abomination. Instead her face brought a boon a look which he could nearly see his mother beneath that inviting smile eager to reunite with her favorite child his heart ached for nothing more than what she offered a simple gesture many had refuted to gift the youth within ancient fading rags. Though this realm wasn't so pure it seemed to consume those with such a warm heart bringing doubt to rear its ugly head into Fithoras' vision making him wonder if her embrace was as earnest as it appeared or if she would follow the will of Gaia and simply send him back toward the earth where he was meant to be.

Though it may be potent Fithoras' reckless attitude won over he carelessly rushed into her wrapping his lukewarm body against hers', his frame practically absorbed what heat she had he felt cold as stiff as a stone as he nestled his nose into her shoulder. A slight orange trickle slipped down his cheek holding upon her a smidge too tight as if he had been robbed of the feeling for far too long. Basking within her presence for a while her senses if clogged up in the slightest would be cleared by a pungent stench of pine sap emitting from the youths body, he would peak those dull greys up toward

Her backing away a little with a bashful look upon his features some tears still rolled down his cheeks. Yet instead of addressing how he felt Fithora seemed reluctant to face them instead far more interested within their journey ahead, he fumbled with the scrap of paper he held within his stubby fingers "Aye thee earthen mother doth brought thine missive of uttermost importance toward mine eyes to bear... A whee bit curious how thee lone scrap scuttled into mine robes', but Gaia doth will through thee very trees which whisper I shant tarry from her call. To take thine hand before... Your final journey below thee earthen realm we shall bask within her boon upon this day and find a most curious place to explore." He hesitated for a bit his body seemed to jump up and down filled with anxious energy as his head turned to and froe curious where their journey would take place.
Ramon
"It did."

*She shivers, the piercing cold getting to her. She sees a figure hugging what seems to be an old woman, who seems surprisingly strong, chopping wood. Hopefully there'll be a fire. She approaches the two, cautiously.*

"You are the one that sent the letter?"

*Looking at her, Yakaiyo doesn't look like much. Tattered blue robes, barefoot, thin, bags under her eyes. Her hair isn't as clean as it once was, and her eyes may have once been bright with emotion, and appear to be somewhat pleading. She's holding an extremely ornate bow in her right hand, with an arrow nocked in it, but not drawn back.*

"I-I'm here."
Carla
*Following behind the large cloaked figure appeared a spear in a gloved hand with two more and a shield strapped to his back. He walked rather awkwardly as if he wasn't used to it*

"Hello"
"I'm called Ariavata Traveller, you please call me Aria"

*Much like he walked he talked rather awkwardly and slowly, suggesting he is new to the language. This was compounded by his strange almost sourceless deep voice that almost resembled a vibrating noise rather than someone talking.*
Cathy
She released the boy, with a pat. She was gentle, much like a caring parent to her child. Or a grandma to her grandchildren. She has experience, no doubt, but if they are alive... That would be the biggest question she suspects. She hasn't seen her son or grandchildren for over two centuries! Her husband has sadly died a century ago... Sad

"You need not to hide your emotions to me child. You have seen a lot, definitely. But it seems like your future comrades have arrived"

*She said, turning towards the group with a wave, as if making the attempt to entice them to approach. Like earlier, she still looked pretty much the same. That good old generic lady that they could probably always approach for more help and talking!

The boy could take a look around to see what was happening. There was a beautiful cane laying on a tree trunk, most likely the old woman's! It was stunning... Even in just the light of the torch, it shined like pure gold shined by the best artisan of the land!
Ann
As careless as a stumbling drunkard the peculiar boys' body had strung along this path without the faintest ideal that others would be accompanying him upon this journey. For a moment he still tried to cling toward her with the one hand still around her back beyond the mere pleasure of finally feeling anothers warmth, a feeling which Fithora long since thought he would never know again her sheer temperature filled his cold empty body with life staving him from freezing within the chilled starlit twilight. Yet as all splendid things do they begun to depart he would see her slip from his grasp, as a careful hand brushed into the plush white garden of hair his shoulders twitched a little as he blinked his gaze faltering as she mentioned how she could see a slip into this wandering mongrels life.

He would at last lift one of his gauzed forearms toward his cheek rubbing away the orange involuntary streaks which had begun to pour, he mumbled. "F-faex... It slipped without mine will, t'was nothing truly this day tis about thee places we shall seek. T'was just a passing dusty ol' moth got a smidge within mine eyes' naught more." Faex was an ancient curse one which slipped as his tears once did, barely grasping upon a reason that wasn't the truth to try and shy away from which he truly felt, upon this day he only wished for what adventure awaited them hoping to shirk away these last few passing moons' and free himself from the burden of sorrow. There was someone here which accepted him without a single question upon what he had become it was comforting for the boy to feel like just any ordinary child. Fithoras' noggin would bounce toward the curious cane which beckoned him then toward the strangers

Which caused him to jump the boy practically scampered away toward where the cane was hiding behind the trunks body, his face wracked with worry over those which he knew often showed him scorn merely for his rather particular situation. Uncertain if he could trust these particular travelers due toward recent expereinces he had within Salvainia. "O-o' fore a moment... I thought I t'was sent upon thee winding path hitherto upon mine lonesome. G-g'day... I..." Where once was a comfortable energetic boy seemed to melt away he seemed a bit scared of them as if he thought they would harm him, it was what he had come to expect since the day he set foot upon Gaias' realm once more. His eyes flickered toward them then toward the gilded cane it was clear he was rather interested by the old thing as he chocked his name out attempting to follow his mothers lessons. "E-erm Fithora."
Ramon
"I'm Yakaiyo. Nice to meet you, Aria. Fithora."

*It's quite obvious that she's cold, shivering greatly while doing so, but she tries her best to place a smile on her face. It's not these people's jobs to feel sorry for her. So might as well not show it. Inside, grief is filled up inside her, but she does her best to not let it spill out.*
Carla
*Aria raised his left hand, also gloved, through the cloak revealing his layers of armour underneath and waved awkwardly. He tilted his masked head at Fithora, seemingly confused about the small boy's speech as his unusual way of speaking was making it difficult for Aria to translate.*

"Hello."
"Good .. Meeting you Yaka-iyo and ... Fith-or-a"

*He replied uncertainty after a pause. He would not recognize the shivering of Yakaiyo as a sign of her being cold as slime biology was much different and he still had little experience with fleshy people.*