Jovita
"Shit."
That sums it up well. A bunch of guests, including a heavily hung over Weaver, were staring at the door. It sure is wide open, but the path out was still not feasible. The day and night before, a storm had brought so much snow that it fully drowned the small village of Aismir and blocked each and every window. Emil vaguely looked side to side to the guests he's now stuck with. With half of them he had an argument at some point in time, the other half were somewhat drinking buddies but he already had forgotten their name and boy did he have a headache. This won't be fun. "How long do you think this'll last?", he asks the tavern keep. "Dunno. Days? Gonna get the shovels in the cellar." There's some mumbling in the room, but most tennants shrug and trying to find something to kill some time with. Emil yawns and rubs his chin. Well. Every problem would find a solution at some point, and it's easier to come up with things after having a good breakfast. And perhaps a schnapps to fight the headache off. He heads back to the counter.*
Erik
Faith sat in the corner watching the people react to snow fall she stayed in her spot taking a sip from her drink and waiting either for something to happen or the time to go by
Jovita
There's hardly any place left to sit down. Sure, some tables were half free but Weaver didn't like the people occuping the other half very much. He sita down at Faiths table. "Mind me sitting here?", he didn't really wait for a clear yes or no. Its common sense in his opinion to let people sit. "Pretty sure that bastard is already rationing the food", he says, pointing at the breakfast plate with a sad amount of scrambled egg and a grey piece of bread on it. "If it comes to it I'll vote we eat the tavern keep before anything else." He laughs.

At Faiths table sat now a very tall man, dark hair, a goatee and dark clothes. When he grins, he's missing one his canines, and his nose looks like it had been punched at least thirce into an odd shape. He does look a bit like some who would gladly rob you, despite his cheery demeanor.
Erik
Faith quickly scanned the man raising her brow, faith, being an equally tall woman with white hair that flowed below her neck, the axes on her hips gleamed when she pushed herself up from her slouch. She then made eye contact "I dont see why that should become nessisary" She spoke plainly as if she were board
Jovita
"You're a very serious person, hu?", he says, biting into his piece of bread.*
Erik
"Just want to wait this out." She seemed tense her every muscle looking ready to spring at the first sign of anything
Jovita
"I suppose everyone wants that", he says, "But there's no use being too anxious about it, there's not much we can do." He leans back in his chair and looks over to some guests that are currently bickering about the same thing: How to get out of here. "Shoveling might help, I dunno. But once out, what then? Wade through the bloody snow? Don't think so." He pulls a face. "So all that's left is to not get bored to death", a shrug, "What do you do for fun?"
Erik
Faith stopped for a second. "I like cards. If anyone has any we could play a gam"