>>5270603>>5270606>>5270639Even if the cold was still worrisome, this time you came prepared to face it, the padded caravan combined with the assortment of blankets combined with the habit of placing bonfires at night made the cold be less than a non,issue. The only big difference was that Violet refused to fly in colder days, not that she needed to, Hyde was used to hunting by himself.
A tingling sensation on the back of your head was always sure to alert you of nearby monsters or threats, and with your speed being a priority, you could not waste time playing around, so you advised them to stay clear of trouble, especially when a faceless monster is on the hunt for you.
Serpico was a formidable sparring partner, it's been a while since you had any of these. Despite having the upper hand on the first 10 matches or so, he slowly but surely started to win and even out the odds, making excellent use of his footwork and using the long range of your spear to stay close, impeding you from doing a full swing unless you pushed him off, which was easier said than done, as by then you had to block a flurry of his attacks.
"I might not be a magician like my mistress, but I did learn a few things while fighting at the coliseum." Serpico smirks.
"Good thing it's a temporary hindrance, I'll be sure to bop you on the head a few times when I'm healthy again." You jest, just being able to appreciate that someone is keeping you in form.
Farnese, when not over studying to the point of having constant migraines, was attempting to find a way to remedy Zhafira's condition, even if temporarily.
"There... Do you remember anything now?" Farnese asks in between gasps and pants.
"Like what?" Zhafira bobbed her head.
"I don't know... Your name, the reason we're travelling, Vlad-"
"Oh, Vlad? I remember him! Where did he go..." Zhafira bobs her head in all directions, but does not lock eyes with you.
"Aha! There he is! This is Vlad! Isn't he adorable?" She clasps the plush doll she made after you when you were first leaving Albion, still not correlating with who you really were...
The disappointment in both your faces seemed immeasurable.
Deciding to pass through the mountain to look for the legendary weapon smith, you find yourself pushing Gunpowder to go through a steep incline. Maybe only going with a single horse might not have been such a good idea...
But just as luck would have you, a little girl was passing by when you walked up to the hill of swords, looking at the bottle of a well to see if the water was unfrozen.
"EEEK!" after seeing an armoured man with a lance in hand, she hid behind the well, trembling at the thought of seeing an enemy haunting her home further in the distance.
Were they attacked by someone else before you came here?
>Hello, sweetheart, what's your name?>Boo!>I already know you're behind the well, what's the point in hiding?>No need to worry, little girl. I'm just some guy.>Is this the land of the swordsmith?>Write-in. 