Harold
Tobias Westbrook 
Asairde outskirts

The younger Westbrook brother had spent the day on patrols. He and Thierou had been tasked with taking patrols for the morning while the men attended a meeting. It was only supposed to last a few hours but he'd not heard the thunder of footsteps coming to relieve him. He was lingering by an outpost, hit feet propped on the small table that sat outside the small.Wooden cabin. In the summers, it was warm enough to sit outside, and he could tolerate it now due to his thick furs. 

He dug the tip.Of his dagger under his nails, pulling the dirt from beneath it with the same interest a man had stomping on a bug. He was bored out of his mind, and if he wasn't relieved soon he'd certainly throw a fit by the time the dinner bell rang back home. 

He wasn't against providing his share of the work, but he was against breaking promises. And he'd promised the new scouts to take them up into the peaks, to show them how to hunt the more dangerous game thay lived there. The sun was already past high noon, which meant he'd already broken his promise, but he could still make it and just apologize to the youths for being late. 

.

But another half hour passed and no one came, causing his annoyance to flare. When finally he heard the sound of footsteps, they were too quick to make sense with the marching of the Westbrook patrols. He sat up from his slouched position in his chair, his hand dropping the dagger he held in reaching for the sword that was mounted in the snow to his left. Horses didn't come this way on their own, and he furrowed his brow ss he rose to his feet. 

"You're trespassing!" He called out, a warning to the wind, and moved to the edge of the outpost. It was situated on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the pass that ran just below. Bandits came this way occasionally, but they tended to stick to the easier passes on the lower levels of the mountains. 

"Who's there?" He called out again, this time hearing the echo of his voice on the stone
James
Vanessa Ward 
Asairde Outskirts

*Trespassing*? Vanessa felt confused as she looked ahead, witnessing not a single soul that could have called out to her. Perhaps hypothermia finally got to her and she was hallucinating. Did hypothermia cause hallucinations? She shook her head from the thought and pulled the hood down to reveal her face, allowing the woman to have a better view of her surroundings. It was then that Vanessa noticed a man further ahead, observing the path she was making her way towards. It must have been the winds that allowed his voice to reach her from such a distance. Nonetheless, she decided to avoid a possible attack and pulled against the reigns, halting the horse behind a large structure to prevent herself from being seen. 

"I'm simply passing through." Her continued to crack as she yelled out, doing her best to raise her voice loud enough for him to hear. Inhaling the brisk cool air, Vanessa chose her replies carefully while racking her brain for information. Perhaps she had stumbled upon someone's land, not realising she strayed quite a fair bit from her usual route. Vanessa forced herself to cough,clearing her throat so she could raise her voice to properly communicate."I just want to travel peacefully. I didn't mean to cross your lands."

Now she had warned him, Vanessa decided it may be safe enough to continue without fearing an onslaught. The huntress dug her heels into her Horse's hip, carefully looking towards the man who had called out to her. Each step the mare took was slow and short, not wanting to seem like a threat. Vanessa knew many houses were superstitious when it came to outsiders, she could only prey that this was not the case. She felt safe enough to not fall from her saddle as she raised her hands with the reigns, showing that she had no weapons on her besides the bow and arrow hidden in it's quiver.
Christina
Lady Alianor
The mountains of Northwind

Khali was getting skittish, Alianor noticed with growing unease. Slowly, she pulled the reins tight and got the horse to slow down to a halt. She leaned forward and patted her neck, whispering in a soothing tone: "What's wrong, big girl?" 
Although outwardly calm, her insides were a different story. Sure, if someone or someone pursued them, she could take off, but even Khali could only go on for so long. Alianor herself wasn't much of an opponent either - she knew how to fight with words, rather than weapons but that wouldn't do her much good. 

Cautiously, she pushed Khali to a slow trot, scanning her surroundings. Nothing but snow and rough cliffs and yet - Suddenly, a voice reached her ears. Although she couldn't quite make out what it was, she gauged from the tone that whoever or whatever it was was seemingly in distress. Unable to pass up a chance to investigate, she followed the screams to find a small boy writhing on the cold floor.

"What in the everloving frost are you doing out here?"
Veronica
Prince Nickles slowly extended a feeble hand in the direction of the girl. "Please, help me... I slipped from the cliff side and I t-think I broke my ankles. I don't know what to do," He said. He looked cautiously at the large horse, clearly put off by the smelly beast. "Do you happen to know how to mend a twisted bone? That would benefit me greatly."
Christina
Lady Alianor
The mountains of Northwind

Alianor scoffed. "Yeah, sure. And should I just hand out my coat too, while I'm at it? You've got to do better than that." She pulled the reins tight. "Try standing up first." Alianor knew the most people living in the harsh landscape did everything they could to beg and steal for scraps of food. There was no way that she was *That* Naive. Pathetic. Plus, she didn't even want to touch the boy, raggedy looking as he was.
Veronica
Prince Nickles Ramsalot
The Mountains of Northwind

Prince Nickles narrowed his eyes at the girl. He hadn't expected her to be such a shrew. He barred his teeth and sighed. "Very well...," He slowly moved to get up, using his cow femur as a cane to steady himself. He winced in pain and peeked up at the girl through the hair that fell over his eyes. "See?" He said, motioning to his shaky stance. "I told you I was in... **PAIN**!!!!" He raised the femur high above his head and brought it down hard on the horse's skull. Blood began to gush from its head and down Nickles' wrist as he struggled to dislodge the head of the femur from the horse as the large animal's legs began to buckle. It sank deep, all the way to the trochanteric fossa. "Don't worry, Ma'am. I'll save you from this wretched dragon. It'll harm you no more."