Burton
*We never came to Gantrick, did we, my love?*

Ehkan stood in the clearing with his spear in hand as if he were waiting for a fight, but this was not so, in truth, the Sun Elf was simply basking in the sunlight as he looked out to the clearing.

 He had never been to this kingdom, but that was because he was not stupid enough to come here, which was surprising. After all, he had always been stupid enough to head into danger even from a young age.

 Gantrick and Alynthi were looking for any reason to invade each other at this point, politics were never truly Ehkan's preferred topic, but he could see why Alynthi would raise a sword against the frozen Kingdom. 

 There was a horrible slave trade this way, any race, save for Shapeshifters, was in danger of having a steel collar around their neck. He was smart enough to evade any encounter with potential slavers, taking the unknown paths through the Kingdom to avoid their soldiers who would most likely ask why he was walking about. 

 And he had no answer to that. Why was he here? He has never been fond of winter, yet here he was. Maybe it was the nostalgia of moving about, for a while he had been in Alynthi dealing with problems here and there, but that had grown boring. 

 His sense of adventure wished for something new, something challenging, and what was more challenging than cold he did not like? 

 He touched his bow strapped to his back and thought of his first love. She would not have come this way in a thousand years, she was as adventurous as he was, but winter was a pain in the ass. He chuckled at the thought of her teeth chattering and walked on, hoping to find something, or even someone engaging. 

 So long as they did not carry chains in hand for him.
Emil
*Sitting on a stone some distance away, Nargul rested his forearms on his thighs, a slight learn forward out of some curiosity for the displaced Elf. Another stranger on the path - he's started to grow a fickle fondness for the small encounters. Though, he and the wolf besides him were reluctant to engage first. He's had a fair share of traps to escape in the cold, already.*

*The grey Orc lowered his hood once Ehkan came to a place where he'd be able to see Nargul more clearly, between some trees and nestled on a boulder among a cairn of them that dotted an otherwise desolate clearing of prickled and wind-shaped white ice and blowing winds. It was a gesture meant at least to announce himself without too much fanfare, so that the stranger wasn't put-off or put into an alert. But, Nargul watched him all the same with a curious stare, not caring to hide that from Ehkan.*

*Circumstances and coincidences aside, Nargul was careful to keep in mind whatever caution the Elf he saw was likely to possess. Nargul was an Orc in Gantrick - for all Ehkan knew, he could be sitting here with half a dozen more in wait to drag him back to Dasvaz. So, to avoid that misunderstanding, Nargul withdrew a waterskin, crushing it in hand to break apart what ice had gathered, even as he had kept it close to his body to prevent total freezing. Holding it up, he hailed over to Ehkan.*

"Long journey ahead? Strange place to be alone." *He snorts, begging a question and bringing a quizzical bit of his sarcasm to bear. His expression and tone were reserved, though tinted by a bit of unspoken humor about a Sun Elf being far North.*
Jessie
*The wolf besides stood on all fours, almost as tall as Nargul sitting. Auburn, orange, and black with strips of white that flecked his mane and face, the Dire Wolf only watched with curiosity for now, not reacting strongly to the stranger.*