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

Aria pulled the man up, making sure to maintain her own posture. Once they had settled, the stranger was kind enough to apologize, and she automatically felt horrid for how she had spoken. Ugh, why was this bloke polite? Now she needed to get rid of this looming guilt. "Nah, it happens often 'round these parts. Don't have any clue how them Witherlanders can walk around so calmly. Must have abs of steel or somethin's." She chuckled at her words, trying to lighten the awkward mood. 

Others were definitely staring, so the hunter shot them brief glares, causing them to move on with their day. "Anyways, sorry 'bout me yellin'. I ain't a big lover of the eternal winters here. Warmer places are me true calling." Before she could continue, another very animal-like screech sounded from her coat. With a huff, Aria opened her coat and said "Listen, did ya break anything? No? Then be glads ya are in much better heat than me." The source of the noise, her falcon, poked his head out and screeched again, obviously discontent and somewhat berating his mistress. "Yeah, yeah. Go back in, ya spoiled brat." 

As he returned, she turned back to her companion and gave a slight grin. "That be Gwynt. He don't like this cold either. But he puts up more of a fuss than I." After a few more moments, she smacked her forehead and stated "Gods! I be rude. I'm Aria. Aria Griff, if ya want a full name." The woman then gestured to a nearby pub and said "Ta make up for me rudeness, let me buy ya some food and drink. Ya looks like ya need a good old warm broth and drink. Plus, I know some good places 'round here. Good deals."
Mark
Luca Dinero 
*Grand Stead, On the streets, Witherlands* 

Luca titled his head like a cat, *'If it happens often, why does nobody do something? Destroy the ice and it will never come back. Simple.'* You see, Luca has never really experienced *Cold*. He's and Islander, Rain and heat is all he knows. None of this snow or ice stuff is in his dictionary, *'It must be a curse! That's it, a curse. They must break it'* He will ask later, seeing as the woman is still speaking. 

He listened, and was about to speak until another screech came from her. He jumped of course taken back by this woman's ability to produce animal noises. *'That would have been useful in hunts...'* He thought and tilted his head to the side again seeing a- a bird!? His eyebrows furrowed and mouth scrunched, he was confused. Very very confused. 

He looked back to Aria continuing to listen to her talk, *'The bird is Gwynt. Noted.'* It is rude to not introduce oneself so he spoke, "My name is Lucian Dinerliano. But for some reason, everyone calls me Luca." He didn't quite understand the concept of nickname, his name is his name and that's it. "I would like to go anywhere except this cursed land.". He of course calls it the cursed land because in his eyes it is cursed.
Nathaniel
**Aria Griff** 
*On the streets of Grand Stead, Witherlands* 

A loud laugh erupted from the girl as she shook from the sound. Ebbing into giggles, Aria strode over and hooked and arm around the male, lips pulled into a wide grin. "Yeah, ya have some parts of a mind left if ya wanna leave." She began to drag him along, feet already having a destination in mind for their next meal and drink. Mindful to watch for more ice, she said "I like ya, Lucian. As for that nickname, it's just somethin' we mainlanders like ta do. Easier ta say names and shit, ya know?" 

As they continued along the hunter couldn't hold back her curiosity. "So, what island ya be from Lucian? Or are ya fine with Luca? Whichever works for ya, Imma call ya it." She could sense the stares from others, but Aria chose to ignore them. Who cared what the folks thought? Cold bastards should mind their own business. 

"Ah, here we go!" They stopped in front of a pub, a icy sign with the name *The Thick Yeti* Etched into the brown wood. "I like this place. Good food and ale! And," She held the door open, gesturing for him to come inside, "It has the best fireplace in this bloody cursed land."
Mark
Luca Dinero 
*Grand Stead, On the Streets, Witherlands* 

He once again jumped at the sound of her voice, *'She can make loud sounds to scare animals too? Wow, that would be useful'* He thought as his arm was hooked apparently. "Ah, so it is a mainland thing. I am fine with it." He walked with her also keeping out for that thing known as 'ice'. *'This land had to be cursed, be it by a witch probably. Poor locals having to live under a witches curse forever.'* He looked around the wintry landscape and then back to Aria. 

"I do not exactly know which island I am from. We never had an exact name for the island. But, I am from 'Stonian' tribe. I am fine with whichever name you chose to use." He couldn't sense the stares of people, but if they were animals that would've been a different story. Animals have a certain aura to them that would send shivers up your spine and immediately lock eyes with them. But people. People just looked, they weren't intimidating. 

 His eyes looked around the pub, he wasn't exactly the Pub type of guy. And judging from the outside of the pub he didn't think he would be one ever. That was until she opened that door, his eyes widened and all that warmth hit his face. Still not compared to the warm weathers of the Southern Isles but it was something. He ushered his feet and boots to move as he walked into the warm pub looking around. 

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Nathaniel
**Aria Griff** 
*The Thick Yeti, Grand Stead, Witherlands* 

Once Lucian had made his way inside, she shut the door behind them, letting the heat remain trapped. She then sighed, feeling the heat pooled into her muscles. The cold was chased away as she guided Lucian towards the bar. As if by magic (or probably instinct), a gigantic man appeared in front of them, a huge smile drawn on his face. 'Aria! Good to see you. Theis sent you on another job huh?' She laughed and nodded. "Good ta see ya, Borris. My usual booth still here?" He gestured to an empty booth right by the fire, the seats lined with fresh furs. "Oh, I guess ya brought out the royalty stuff, eh?" He laughed again and shooed her away. 

Smiling, the hunter dragged her friend to the booth. "Sit, sit! Borris will bring us some drinks and food." She flopped into one of the empty sides, removing her heavy coat and stretching her muscles out. Gwynt poked his head out, searched, and then hopped onto a small wooden perch nailed into the wall. She pointed at it and said "Borris made that after Gwynt and I started bein' regulars. Claimed it was easier ta have an open sight than hide 'im like a bomb." The avian shook itself out and settled down, comfortable in the new heated space. 

"So, Lucian, ya said Stonian? I ain't familiar with 'em, unfortunately." She leaned against the tabletop, head in her palms. Brown eyes stared at the other, curious and scanning, almost like she would be able to understand everything in just a few moments. "And how in the bloody gods did ya end up in the Witherlands of all places? Seems like ya would have stuck ta the southern parts of Marin." Awaiting his answer, a sudden appearance of a barmaid stopped them and she placed down two mugs of ale and two glasses of water, as well as some steaming bowls of stew. The aroma hit their noses and she grinned. "Thanks, Haria." The hunter gave her some coins and then Aria gestured to the food. "Dig in!"