Open Snowstorm Shut-in

[Vorschuss]

A cloaked man trudged amidst the violent storm with one hand clasped on the hood of his head and the other on what looked like a derelict diary. While all others have abandoned the open to save themselves from the battery of snow, the lone figure seemed to bask in it. Within the endless sea of white, he was the only one that smeared its purity. That man was whom they called the Mad Mage Rein Vorschuss.

Although he was not immune from the ice, Vorschuss' casual stroll in the harsh coldness appeared like an insult to the snow goddess. Lost in his own thoughts, the raging weather mattered least to him. He snorted a few times in his walk, and it signified he was still a warm-blooded human after all.

"This won't do. No."

The mage said this in head, then took a quick glance at his journal. Vorschuss looked around for a bit, then squinted his eyes before he noticed a small ember ahead his path. "Red Diamond", he thought, and began walking towards the icestone building.

Upon entering the establishment, Vorschuss stomped a few times on the welcome rug to clear the snow on his boots. He shook off the rest of the snow on his cloak and hood then panned his sight inside the tavern. The ambience was a bit seedy, yet cozy. It was well-lit enough by several candle lamps that hung on the building corners and every few meters in between. A fireplace made of brick, which had some trophy skulls hung up was on the opposite side of the kitchen area. The bar table was close to the kitchen itself and a few separate round tables that could seat four people each were set all across.

Even though most of the people inside were familiar faces, Vorschuss' gaze was met by no one. The resident Mad Mage of Winterflame was not its most beloved citizen anyway.

"A mug of ale, milady." Vorschuss said with a wink to a barmaid, as he strutted to the direction of the bar.