He sighed and looked at Snow and knew her words were true. “It is my people's own fault they act and do things to make outsiders fear them just to keep them out of the valley. They think humans and elves will come and try and take over the tundra.” He chuckled at the thought of it. “No one but the Barbarians can handle the constant cold.” When the woman returned with the basket Baraxan smiled as Snow took it and he looked to the woman. “Thank you for your help and we appreciate the food.” Barazan handed the woman an extra gold coin for her time.<br/><br/>Ducking his head again he stepped out of the bakery shop and awaited Snows to join him outside the shop. He could see the bustle outside with everyone stopping to stare at him for a moment to stare at him before rushing back to what they were doing. He hadn’t noticed the bakers look at Snow because the two of them were being openly affectionate. He really didn’t even know about people having issues with mixing races. He did notice in the distance the guard they had met at the front gate talking to a couple of armed men and pointing in his direction.<br/><br/>He hoped that they were just curious and not that something would happen between the men and him. As Snow came out he looked down at her with a worried expression. “We should head back to our room. I have a feeling we might have trouble with those armed men if we stay out here.”<br/>