At first the thought of treading through snow and making his way up to the highest mountain seemed dreary. The temperature was low and the mountains were covered in trees as far as the eye could see. However, when he started walking ,Ronan found it to be far more enjoyable than he had assumed. He had already been attacked in the thicker and darker parts of the forest by mortals who called themselves "Hill bandits". Sadly they hardly put up much of a fight. Though Ronan had to admit it was kind of interesting to watch them try and take his valuables, the experience was only ruined by how easily they died, mortals seemed freakishly soft to him. Later on when he got closer to the palace he was attacked by a beast twice his size with thick fur as white as snow. He hadn't the slightest clue what it was and simply called it snow beast.<br/><br/>It managed to give Ronan an interesting fight but still went down eventually. After the battle, the demon prince continued to tread through the snow, his left hand dragging the corpse of the snow beast twice his size. Any trees unfortunate enough to be in his direct path were simply swatted away like flies by his right hand. What seemed like an effortless swat from Ronan was powerful enough to uproot a full grown tree and send it flying out of his path. By then Ronan was quite close to the palace so the sound of trees falling could be heard by the guards. The intimidating sounds grew louder as Ronan drew closer. Some palace guards mistook the sound of falling trees and were under the impression that it was the sound of an army marching towards them. Without hesitation the palace guards had prepared their crossbows and aimed them in the direction of the loud noise, warriors who didn't use crossbows stood ready to charge at the first sight of enemy forces.<br/><br/>The last tree obscuring Ronan from sight was quickly swatted out of the way by his large right hand. Ronan could now clearly see the palace and the guards clearly saw him which put them at ease, allowing them to hilt their weapons for now. The menacing figure that was Ronan continued to draw a trail of blood through the white snow as he dragged the snow beast behind him. Ronan had no idea that other animals had noticed the blood trail he left from dragging around the snow beast,Wolves could be heard howling and congregating in the safety of the forest. Most likely trying to locate the dead animal leaving behind all that blood.<br/><br/>The palace guards quickly opened the gates allowing him to enter, a few steps after Ronan entered the gates small mortals offered to lead him to his room. Moments before Ronan and his guide entered the actual palace, Ronan heard a voice addressing him. "You won't be bringing that in will you?" One of the dwarfs shyly asked while gesturing towards the extremely large corpse. The dwarf was in no mood to watch the large demon draw trails of blood all over the palace. Ronan's red eyes glared at the short creature for a moment before a subtle smile formed on his face.<strong>"Its my lunch and my fur coat."</strong>Ronan answered the dwarf in a deep yet smooth tone. It became clear to the dwarf that there was no way to avoid the palace becoming a bloody mess, so Ronan was allowed to continue dragging the corpse to his room in order to be skinned later. The dwarf slowly shook his head when he looked back at the mess.<strong>Where's the kitchen around here?</strong>Ronan's calm and deep tone spoke once more, interrupting the dwarf's train of though. The dwarf quickly lead the demon to the kitchen where Ronan began devouring anything he could get his hands on. He would have asked where the others were but Ronan wasn't in a rush to see any angels unless they were uttering final words.