Snippet #2703565

Drake missed his room. That warm, cozy, welcoming room at Comfy Igloos. What a way too appropriate name for an inn up in Polara... He dismissed the thought and instead focused on how much he hated the cold. The southern regions of Gialpha were closer to the equator. They were near-tropical, warm nearly year-round, and the people were simply carefree and life-loving. He swore the Nordics and Snow Elves were colder a people than the actual weather up here in the north.

Whatever. Polara was cold, water is wet, and the townsfolk were having an issue with a troll on the outskirts of their city. Nothing new, necessarily. Last he heard from the people, however, was that he wasn't the only one looking to tag and bag the beast for a reward. Which was good, to say the least. Drake wasn't so keen on going toe to toe with a monstrosity like an ice troll all by his lonesome. Really the only good thing to come from that would be not needing to split the reward. The image of the townspeople hoisting him up in their arms, chanting his name, and calling him savior of Frosthiem danced around in his head. He shook it. He'd rather the gold than the appreciation in the hearts and minds of the people. At least gold was physical and had its uses. The abstract would be gone with time, and likely sooner than most would think.

Wrapped up in a heavy jacket and white cloak, a new hat to cover his ears, and snowboots to deal with the cold mud and freezing snow Drake continued to march through the forest in search of this troll. At some point he came across some tracks in the mud and slush. The footprints were large, larger than his at least, but they weren't a troll's footprint. Come to think of it, they're more like bootprints... Perhaps they were one of the people in search of the troll.

After several more minutes of walking he came upon what looked to be a rather heavily armored Avian and some... girl? Was that a girl? Might as well have been some teenager in a blue cape. Didn't matter. Drake maintained a small distance from the two as the girl was apparently introducing herself like some nervous wreck. He kept a hand on the hilt of his sword in a casual manner to avoid appearing on the offensive, content simply to observe for now.