<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/MarcusHedbrandh_zps7517f62e.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Saga</strong></div></div><br/>"Snotra," Saga said, addressing both the frozen air and the goddess of wisdom, "I really should have known better than thinking that I could reach the town before nightfall. I should learn to listen to you more, I'm sorry about that." He staggered forwards, leading his horse Leki rather than trying to ride through the thick snow drifts he had found himself in. Despite the layers of blankets beneath his horse's saddle, he knew it was far too cold a night for the horse and he would need to find shelter and warmth before pressing on. He looked up towards the moon, "Mani, you're looking very handsome tonight. Please keep shining brightly, I'd be lost here without you."<br/><br/>His legs were feeling frozen and stiff, walking was a struggle, so without much energy to spare he left the gods in peace and just put all his attention into placing one foot after another. Everything changed though when he saw figures in the distance. Where there were people there would be a camp nearby with shelter and a fire for warmth. The thrill of a chance to rest after his long walk filled him with energy again and the prospect of a hot meal, assuming he could persuade whoever that was to share, made him move as quickly as his horse could follow. "Thankyou Ullr for your blessings." he called out into the cold night and rushed forwards.<br/><br/>As he got closer Saga could see four figures, not quite standing together but all seeming to approach like bands of travelers meeting at a crossroads. He wondered why people would be meeting so far from anywhere in the midst of the night, but would not pass up the chance to find a camp this night. He walked closer, still leading his horse, until he thought they would be close enough to hear him. Then he called out in a loud steady voice, "Greetings travelers. Blessings of the gods upon you all."<br/><br/>He didn't need to make any attempt to look peaceful, besides the belt knife that he kept as a useful tool and a small wood-axe and bow on his horse for surviving in the wild, he was not traveling armed. Saga had no violence within him and it was clear from his appearance that he was no warrior. He continued his approach so that they could speak further without shouting across the fields to one another.