There's a rush of cold air and snow as the door is opened, then slammed shut. Into the bar stumbles a young human with orange hair, clad in a fancy red and gold embroidered robe over a dark forest green tunic and similarly colored britches. A thick fur cape is worn around his shoulders, but other than that all his clothing looks quite thin and unfit for such freezing weather, with golden clasps and chains that have been all but frozen solid by the ice. The young man staggers over to the bar and drops into one of the seats, blowing on his hands in an attempt to heat them up. "C-could I please get something warm to drink? And maybe a room with a fireplace?" He stammers, still pre-occupied with the raw and frozen state of his hands, to the point where he hasn't even noticed the fact he's in a Horde bar. Boy will he be surprised.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>