Burton
An Orc and a wolf. 

 Ehkan saw them in the distance but had learned it was best to leave people be. He had no sense of racism towards the large fellow, but he was well aware of the raiding parties that walked the kingdom, eager to trade a thing or person for a few gold coins. It was why he had his spear in hand, a way of warning he learned in Khisfire. 

 But then, the orc lowered his hood as he walked to a spot where Ehkan would see him clearly, and watched him with curiosity across his face.

 Ehkan could not blame him, traveling alone was enough to raise eyebrows at him, but his race was also odd for someone coming down this path. A Sun Elf walking through Gantrick was not a sight one came across often. 

 It almost sounded like the beginning of a bad joke. Which, Ehkan would have listened to if he wasn't a bit cautious of the large orc and his massive wolf. 

 He halted and locked eyes with the stranger, but not with hostility or a sign of fear, more of simple recognition. He was not on this path looking for trouble, he even lowered his spear as a sign of it. 

 The Orc raised a waterskin, crushed it, then raised it as he hailed him over. Ehkan heard the question and calculated whether he should respond. 

 On one hand, the Orc has shown no sign of aggression, if anything, showing his face and offering water was a sign of comradery.

 On the other hand, it could all be a trick, a way to have Ehkan lower his guard and approach so the wolf would not need to cover a longer distance to pounce on him.

However, Ehkan was already out here. He might as well hope that this stranger had good intentions.

 "I do not know whether this journey is long," Ehkan admitted as he approached the Orc, looking around in hopes that nobody was waiting to ambush him. "But I can say the same you about being alone, save for the wolf at your side. I am simply traveling through, in hopes of finding..." He trailed off and shrugged, unsure of what to say. "In hopes of finding something. Life has become simple? Bah. I do not know how best to describe my plight, but I am simply traveling. How bout you, stranger? A bit odd to be out here during this weather."
Emil
*The Orc's eyes glanced over the spear. Well-kept, and with well-calloused hands wielding it. He gave a subdued grunt of approval, one that seemed to put the wolf at ease. Sloshing the waterskin about, so that each little shard of ice shattered within, he eventually offered it out towards Ehkan, with a small nod.*

"You lose more than you think in this land. Your cheeks are sallow. Drink some - have a seat." *Nargul says, any number of large stones nearby an adequate place to rest the legs. The Orc's words were blunt but balanced on the tongue - a leveled calm to them despite the biting, bitter chill that surrounded each stranger. The only one that seemed to not suffer overly much was the wolf, who's mane was frosted now with icy tips from blustering winds.*

*On hearing Ehkan's words, Nargul nodded along, ruminating in thought and searching the sky for his answers before he looked back to the Sun Elf and responded, his massive forearms resting on his thigh, a great sheathed blade sat next to him and the wolf.*

"I don't know when my journey ends either. Mmh—" *The Orc cranes his neck to either side, a few pops and weary cracks from abated soreness coming and going, like the sound of breaking roots for all the denseness of his flesh.* "—I am seeking strength in lands far from my own. The way of things, so to say." *He snorts, two fumes of hot air blasting snow and rime from his chin and chest.*

"Nargul. This is Lohmar."
Jessie
*The wolf, keeping an eye on the surroundings now, and seeming to prance more than prowl around the snow - turned his head over to look at Ehkan once more when he name was called, as if he possessed the cunning to understand it was an introduction. Otherwise, the wolf was a horse-sized thing, that seemed young for all its energy that it expressed with each little bound over fresh hills of snow, now crushed to canyons and craters by his paws.*