Mary
*Prasia was a small mountain country tucked away between the giants. Both considered impossible to invade. There was a small village near the north. Tucked away at the base of a imposing mountain. The dwindling sun just peeked over mountain peeks, casting a light red hue over the sky. Very few clouds were about today, with only a few brushing the mountain tops.*

*Nearing the village was a well traversed pass, a small partly paved trail. Ever green trees dotted the trail with a spikey mess of dried pine leaves made a hap-hazardous mess across the forest floor.*

*Peeking over a small hill, the mountain village came into view in the distance. Mostly made of small wooden building with thatched roofs. A small wooden wall lined the south and east sides of the village. With impossible rocky inclines to the north and west. It was a small and cozy place. A few small trails of smoke drizzled out of a few snow dusted houses.*

*Up ahead appeared to be an old man, in his late seventies struggling to push an old car filled with a few fish and various plants and other odd items. Slowly but steadily, inch by inch he crawled towards the village. His struggle could be felt from here, every brutal inch.*
Carmelita
The mountains of Prasia were quite the hassle to get through for any man. Even fit men had their own issues making their way through the dwarven mountains. Although for Nicholas, it was much, much worse for he had little experience with such high peaks and mountain climbing. Although he was lucky for the mostly clear path he had found, it made traversing a tad easier and not as time consuming as it could have been. 

As for how the young kitsune Nicholas had managed to find himself in the mountains of Prasia though? Well that was a long story, but the condensed version was that he had managed to make landfall in the Republic of Lymia. And though they seemed to treat the elves there with the utmost respect, other races tended to be very much looked down upon, which was not the warmest welcome for the Kitsune boy who could only hide as a human. This thought of superiority caused Nicholas to make quick progress of leaving the nation, as he found it very unlikely that that was where his father and sister were, partially due to the culture, but also the geography which did not match the description of what he had gotten in letters. These letters often contained information of a hot and arid climate, more akin to a desert. Something Nicholas was not looking forward to. 

Either way, in his rush to leave the republic, he ended up not really caring which nation he went to, and so he just went south, reaching Prasia where he is now. And while walking, he spotted something, or well more accurately someone. He would begin to approach the person, soon identifying it to be an older man pushing a cart up a hill. Seeing his struggle as well Nicholas began to move a bit quicker to help the man. He had helped his mother with tasks similar to this before, and well he felt bad for the man doing such work at his age and in the rough terrain. There was also a good likelihood he would be able to help tell Nicholas where he was and help himself to get a map, something he was lacking and should have picked up before he left home. Or even while he was in Lymia.

"Hello sir, may I help you?" Nicholas asked when he got in range to speak. Nicholas' voice was likely odd sounding, at the very least his accent did. The accent sounded very similar to that of someone who spoke Russian or Ukrainian as their main language. Nicholas himself was not the best when it came to speaking the common tongue of the land he found himself in, only knowing basic conversation, but no real complex terms. As of now this has not caused any issues. But in the future there was a good chance of this happening.
Mary
*The old man stuttered at first, it was clear his time was soon yet he was still doing such difficult tasks. His greyed hair was tangled and messy with hai clothing tattered and worn. A small grimoire was clipped to a belt near his waste. A small amount of mana could be felt from his presence. Perhaps he was a mage of some sort. Well it was unlikely he was a mage anymore.*

*Glancing back the old man placed the cart down. Taking a few seconds to breathe before speaking. He was a very old dry accent. Almost german like in sound. Just a little more on the deep end with a hint of wavering from his old age.*
**"Help? That would be greatly appreciated, my body just isn't fit to do this anymore."**
*The old man said as he attempted to pick the cart back up to wheel it towards the village. As he got closer the items on the cart became clearer. They consisted of food, fresh water and medical herbs. It seemed like he was bring supplies to someone in desperate need.*

*Slowly the old man began to continue, letting Nicholas catch up as he couldn't really push the cart fast. At his rate he wouldn't get home until well after dark. And at that hour it wasn't exactly what you would call safe. Certain creatures roamed the darkness in the woods. Something the old man would never survive.*
Carmelita
Nicholas came over, catching up quickly to the oldman and took a hold of the cart's handles, lifting it up a bit. It was a bit heavier than he expected, but then again it appeared to be mostly full, mainly with food and water. Food generally was not all too heavy, but he knew from experience how heavy water could get for how little space it generally took up. Once there he took a good look at the old man, noticing with his arcana sense especially some presence of magic and mana. Something he was not too surprised to see, but the fact that such an old man had such strength did help to identify, at least at one point he indeed did dabble with magic. And perhaps he still did, just not to the same extent as before. 

As for Nicholas, well Nicholas was neatly kept, wearing light leather gear with a belt around his waist. The last largely noticeable things were his backpack which was stuffed fairly full, his old crossbow attached to its side, and lastly a small quiver with a few arrows in it. He luckily had not had to use the weapon since he had landed, and so he had also not run out of arrows, and was still carrying the ones that were made for him seemingly ages ago by the local fletcher from his hometown. 

"I got it, just lead the way." Nicholas said to the old man, letting him take the lead to the village and his residence. The main reason being that Nicholas was a stranger to these lands, and the old man. He waited for him to go ahead before beginning to wheel the cart, staying just behind him and wheeling slowly. With the man's age, the geography, and his struggle to move the cart before. It seemed best to take things a little slower, but ultimately it was up to the man leading the way to decide the rate at which they would move and make progress across the land. 

In the hopes of making some small talk while going, just as they would begin moving Nicholas would speak up. "I am Nicholas Alger, and you are?" He asked in a cautious tone, not really sure how people here greeted each other. He figured it was similar to home, but it was still a distant land and he had little communication with people from it.
Rose
*The path ahead was mostly down hill, with a few twists and turns. The thick forests chocked out some of the light leaving most of the trail dull. The crests of the mounts could be seen lingering just up ahead. The man's slow pace wasn't quite a snails pace but with the weight of the cart removed it should cut the trip down to an hour tops. The old man did not have much in the form of goods. His raggy cloths were just enough to keep him warm in this cold weather. He had a small knife on him for self defence along side his grimoire. If Nicholas could read it would read Commons of Healing. A fairly common book on healing magic, along side the largely medical supplies perhaps he was a doctor of some sort? Maybe a charity worker of some sort. As the two slowly made their way down hill the old man stopped for a second when he spoke. He seemed fairly polite and rather kind.*
**"Thank you kind sir, I might have gotten stuck out here after dark if not for you. The walk isn't too far from here".**

*The man said as he continued his stroll. His poster was a little slumped however but he kept an eye ahead of him. Constantly scanning for potential threats. At about this time the ground had levelled out and the two were maybe a kilometre from the gates. He seemed pretty calm but as Nicholas greeted him he seemed a little off out for a second.*
**"Nicholas? That's a very interesting name. I'm Ergail Estatr, call me Eegail if you may."**
*The old man paused for a few seconds as he slowly began to walk farther down. His mind seemingly drifting for a few seconds.*
**"You seem a bit far from home, what brings you to our little village in the of middle of no where?"**
*The man asked rather curiously, he tried to be friendly as possible. He definitely was able to tell that Nicholas was definitely not from here. Yet he seemed very kind, whom ever raised him had done a damn good job. Ergial stood ahead of him just enough as he approached the large wooden gates he hollered something up, the guard gave a wave. Then silence, then slowly the large wooden gate began to open. The dirt and snow creating a small dirty cloud from the moment. Giving a small nod he began to slowly move forward.*
Carmelita
Following down the hill was a bit more challenging with a full load, but Nicholas managed. The mountainous cold did not bother him, he was very much used to such temperatures where he was from. During the winters back home, even the most hardened of men had problems keeping themselves warm without being in doors. The winters were often slow and boring, and work only really happened in spring, summer, and autumn. Although the spring and autumn were too short to be really considered seasons, only lasting a few weeks at most, and many just considered them extensions of winter and summer. 

"Very well Eegail." He said in response after hearing his name. To Nicholas it was quite an odd name, even his father who had a strange name for where Nicholas was from sounded more normal. But that was most likely because he was just used to it, hearing his name a lot and writing it down often.

The ground beginning to level out was good for Nicholas, he could relax a bit more and not worry about accidentally letting go of the cart and having it fall down the hill. The flatter lands mixed with the cold as mentioned before did well to remind him of home. He took a deep breath before answering the old man's question. One he had no issues in answer for a few reasons. The main reason being that he had no reason not to tell him, but secondly because there was a chance, albeit small, that he might be able to help him in some way shape or form. "Yes, I have moved far to get here. I am in search of my family, my father and sister. I do not believe they are here, but I know they are on this continent, somewhere." He said, giving as good an answer as he could. He had other smaller aspirations as well, to learn about the continent and bring back stories to his people, along with sharing the stories of his people with the rest of the world. But those were more of side goals, things he wanted to do once he was given the chance. His main goal was family though, and it would likely take a lot to make him forget about them. 

"And if you do not mind my asking, what are these supplies for?" He asked as well, continuing to look around and take in the scenery before looking at the man once more, noticing the book he had. It took a second, but he made out what the book read. Making an educated guess that perhaps he was using these supplies for medical care. A lot of what was in the cart was foreign to Nicholas, only a select few fruits and vegetables grew back home, and their main form of sustenance was through hunting the wildlife. This did not always work out so well though, and Nicholas remembered one winter where they had to scavenge for squirrels to ensure they could eat well. It was tough living, harder than it should be. But being away from everything did have its own unique advantages.