As Dalamar walked though the streets of a small castle town, he was pleased to see so many people out of their homes. He drew his cloak tighter about himself, trying to shield himself from the harsh cold. His boots crunched in the snow as he walked.<br/><br/>The people in the streets were talking in hushed voices, standing in small tight circles. No doubt they were trying to stay warm as they huddled together to talk about whatever news was the latest. As he made his way through town, Dalamar wished he could whistle as an attempt to attract others' attentions. There was no way he was wetting his lips in this cold, however. Instead, Dalamar pulled a small smooth pebble from a pocket inside his cloak, and began making it dance through his fingers, and even gliding over them.<br/><br/>Normally, this would cause people to watch him curiously. The would think at first glance that perhaps they only thought they saw the pebble glide through the air above Dalamar's knuckles, and they would stare to see if it really had been a trick of their eyes or something more. With everyone in huddled tightly together, whispering away, no one really noticed Dalamar or his pebble. The bite of the cold quickly got him, and he slid the pebble, and his hand into his cloak pocket. He realized he would need something with noise or flashier to gain anyone's attention, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to put in the effort.<br/><br/>Cutting through the eerie cold, quiet air, a knock was heard nearby. Dalamar turned his head, and his hood, to see that it was a horribly scarred man knocking on the weaponry shop door. He heard mention of a 'forest creature' and was intrigued. Dalamar wondered if a beast had wandered off its island and that's what everyone was outside whispering about.<br/><br/>Feeling rather curious, Dalamar approached the man, despite his face. "A creature of the forest, eh? What would a weapons maker know of that?"