Nathaniel
**Aria Griff**
*Grand Stead, On the Streets, Witherlands*

Why in the bloody hell Aria was in Grand Stead even escaped her logic. It was somehow colder than she remembered, and the hunter regretted her choice of having traveled here in the first place. Sure, Theis had called in another favor, and like always she had followed through. But did it have to be bloody fucking Grand Stead?! 

"I swear, that little man is pushing me patience. Bastard is lucky I owed him." She shivered against the wind, her hands pulled the furs around her closer to her body. Any warmth she could gain, Aria was definitely grasping for it. It was true that Witherlands was their best trade for furs and pelts, especially since the warmer coasts of Marin had more wild life to hunt. Still, she would not ever get over the ice and snow these lands were covered by. Even poor Gwynt showed his disdain for the weather; said avian was wrapped in a larger pouch in the furs she was wearing. It had been specially designed for these travels, ever since the unfortunate incident from past years that was never to be spoken of again. 

Otherwise, the girl was making her way through the streets of the capital, eyes trained on the passerby as the duo strolled along. There was no urgent matter to get to, and it was small moments like these that Aria took with great care.
Mark
Luca Dinero 
*Grand Stead, On the Streets, Witherlands* 

Luca was suffering. He was cold, no beyond cold. Frozen, yes frozen was the correct word for him at this moment. Snow and ice was unknown to Luca, he's used to tropical rainforest, warm weather. Not snow and ice! He was there for a job request, translate for me, and seeing as Luca knew Silvertongue that payed off big time. But why Grand Stead!? 

He shivered as he took step after step, foot sinking into the snow each time as he stepped. But still, he was at least somewhat prepared, his hair was pulled into his face from his hoodie though. *'Why is this coat so expensive if I'm still cold?'* He couldn't comprehend it, why was this coat so warm yet so cold at the same time. 

As he took one last step, he realized that something new became his enemy. Ice. Ice confuses him, *'why is it slippery?'* But that was the last of his problems. Why, you may ask? Because he's sliding right into a woman that was minding her own business and he couldn't stop.
Nathaniel
**Aria Griff** 
*Grand Stead, On the Streets, Witherlands* 

Aria was busy making her mental list of ways to torture Theis upon her return, so the fact that she should have been paying attention was beyond her comprehension at the moment. Especially the crucial moment when she found herself knocked to the ground by another force. With a rather unfeminine squawk (that she would forever swear came from Gwynt, not her) the new group fell to the icy stones, the impact quite painful and pain-inducing. 

She groaned, already she felt the snow clinging to her furs, soaked. The hunter took another second before she felt anger raising its ugly head within her. Fueled, she began to spout out random curses and swears at her offender, some rather more colorful than others. As she started to regain her footing, the girl shouted "Ya bloody fucking idiot! Ya know how gods be damed *Cold* It is?! I don't know 'bout yas, but all I know-" Just as Aria was about to continue her rant, brown eyes blink and focus on the bastard. 

Well. *He* Definitely did not belong in the cold either. The poor arse was looking like a mangled dog who had seen better days. "Yikes." She awkwardly scratched at her head, attempting to remedy this situation. That was now most certainly drawing the attention of others. Great. "Umm... Sorry?" As she tried to think of something else, the girl held out her hand towards the stranger, letting a slight smile grace her face. "Look, sorry 'bout that. Witherlands never agreed with me."
Mark
Luca Dinero 
*Grand Stead, On the Streets, Witherlands* 

 New note: Ice hurts. Another new note, people can make animal noises! Luca never knew that, he wondered if he could make animal noises too, but that was the least of his problems right now, seeing as the lady he had knocked into was now hovering over him. 

He looked up at her, with his hood up and hair on either side of his face. He of course looked like a poor cat looking up at the lady silently his big blue eyes wide, still shivering. He was going through it honestly. But he tilted his head silently as she stopped. 

He paused for a second. Looking at her hand and then back at her face and then back at her hand. He blinked once and took her hand, standing up making sure it was proper snow instead of ice. "It is okay." He bowed his head slightly, a gesture of respect with his tribe. Though people never really understood what it meant when he did that as it confused him really it did. "I am sorry for bumping into you." He stood with almost perfect posture, his voice was smooth almost formal in a way.