Brett
*The cycle of life continues, even during such a cold winter storm, the day must continue and so on.*

*The Scholar let out a deep breath as a cold mist escaped along with it, looking out to the snow that is falling down from the high skies. Though those from other lands may think winter is a yearly occurrence, right here in The North, snow, blizzards, and the freezing negative winds go on forever here. An endless turmoil of winter with no end.*

*But of course, they have a way of surviving the merciless cold. Fire is the main solution to combating against the winter and surviving through it, as the element burns through the snow and makes way for warmth to exist.*

*Even now, Ender has a lamp beside him that has a bright fire inside, lighting up the frosty air to bring in the comforting warmth for him. Of course needing warmth to survive, as if a human can withstand the cold winter forever without any heat.*

*He looked out to the streets that were still bustling with people, the village still active as ever in this cold hour. Nothing has ever changed, it's as if the people here have conquered the cold and has no fear to being frozen to death. Knowing fire is everywhere to preserve them.*

*Ender looks down at the book that was in his hand, having just read an old story to a group of curious kids just now. That is indeed a way of spreading knowledge to others.*

*The book that is currently in his possession is another typical history book, holding tales and stories of the past and how the world has transformed itself into the present which is now. Even after all the tragedies, these calm and peaceful days still remain.*

*Ender sometimes wonder if he'll ever be able to travel to the other parts of this world, maybe seeing and witnessing the other realms for himself to fully immerse in the knowledge and finally understand it all, but oh well... With his body, he doesn't think he has the capability to travel everywhere.*
Michelina
Out of the darkness, the biting winds and malevolent cold that seeks to claim all it can one soul walks through the snow as if he felt nothing that it did to him. He wore only a tight fitting black shirt, grey pants that seem to be some form of training garment, black shoes with no visible laces and an odd holster strung across his back.

With every step he drew closer and closer to the village, the only soul walking down the long road into town. Once there the figure paused at the entrance of the town, looking around in a rather lazy manner as if he was scanning all around- his eyes eventually landing on ***Ender*** Himself. His eyes hold a coldness to them much like the weather outside, a force of nature.

"*Huh, night owl aye.*"

The cursed man thought to himself as he looked up at Ender for a few more moments before moving his gaze elsewhere. He wandered through the village more, a job to be done, no time to wander.
Brett
*Ender's eyes blinked, turning his attention to the newcomer that has arrived into the village.*

*He didn't really expect travelers to arrive at this point of time, seeing as that it's nighttime and the temperature is at its lowest. A not really fitting hour to be travelling, as the consequences are unkind with being lost in the cold snow and freezing to death, your body being covered in thick snow and perhaps unfounded.*

*When both man's eyes locked, Ender can't help but feel a chill be sent down his spine. Not really having an idea in mind as what to say or do.*

*He kept his eyes on the cursed man, thinking that this may be his first time in this village seeing that he is wandering around the place, looking lost.*

*Building up some courage, he took a few steps towards the other, holding the lamp that has the ever burning flame inside with his right hand.*

"Are you lost, sir?"

*Ender questioned, having seen several others arriving to this village to escape from the icy storm that has blocked their path, resulting in being lost and in need of guidance.*