<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Gormr.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gormr<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Winterhold Gates, The Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Gormr cast a baleful glance at the back of Brandr's head as the Nord trudged behind the wagon along the snow encrusted road. He was tired more than anything else, resenting the fact that he was not permitted to ride the final few miles on the back of one of the two wagons Brandr had in his caravan. The Jarl's men patrolled the roads well, and he saw no further need to be walking in preparation to defend the caravan. Still, he couldn't complain to greatly. His pay was on the light side, but then they fed him and made sure that there was a roof over his head any time Brandr and Elina stayed in civilised comfort. Plus, they helped him get to where he was wanting to go, so it worked out reasonably well.<br/><br/>Except for the walking. But even that kept him warm so there really wasn't much to complain about.<br/><br/>They passed the gates, which were built somewhat recently going from his Da's tales of the place, as well as having grown as well. It was barely a village from what he Da told him of when the Dovahkiin had roamed Skyrim, but it was looking more like the town it claimed to be. He was too busy looking around that he didn't notice that the wagons had stopped. He managed to pull himself up in time not to walk into the back of the partially laden wagon. He took a deep breath, and moved around to where the 'caravan master' was perched on his seat.<br/><br/>"Well, Gormr, here we are at last. Thank you for your service in keep the perils at bay."<br/><br/>"With the exception of those scrawny wolves, it was nothing. The Nine looked kindly on us."<br/><br/>"Indeed they did." The heavy set man clambered down from the wagon, grunting as his legs took his full weight. He fished around in his purse and pulled out a small pile of coins. He quickly counted then, added two more and handed them over to Gormr. "Here is what you are owed, plus a little more for being a polite soul about walking.<br/><br/>Gormr smiled, feeling the extra weight in his hand from the added coins. He was still frustrated at walking the last few miles, but the coins made the frustration less. "May the Nine grant you the same good fortune on your journey home." Without wasting anymore time, he headed into what he hoped was the warmth of the<em>Frozen Hearth</em>.<br/><br/>He was greeted with warmth, the smell of smoke, ale, food and bodies. Most of the snow and slush were left outside the front door, but some was still clinging to his boots and would only part company when it had melted from the leather. He adjusted the sit of his bow at his back, and threaded his way through the crowd until he reached the bar.<br/><br/>"Ale." He placed the coins on the bar, his hand resting on them until the tankard was delivered. He trusted the staff, but the clients were a different matter. He took a pull of the liquid, letting it 'cut the dust' as he remembered on Cyrodil man call the first taste, then proceeded to gaze about the room, letting his curiosity get slaked like his thirst was.