46th of Winter, 511
Still clutched in the cold of winter Banir gave a light shiver. Shuffling through the light snowfall at his feet his metal guarded boots clunked slightly. His winter coat holding well against the midday chill, its dirty green colour a reminiscent of the green lands far away from Avanthal. With metal clattering with each heavy footfall he gave he was brought to pause. Turning with his hood up and his scarf hiding most of his face his deep red eyes examined what was before him. Standing strong was an impressive sculpture in progress of a polar bear raging from the ice and stone. Admiration poured upon him as he stared at the as he saw the skill put into the amazing artwork. It was only half finished but it was beautiful to him as he saw it glimmer in almost perfectly crafted ice and stone. Mixing together seamlessly like they where never separate to begin with. Though he mostly broke what was in his grasp he yearned to create something so wonderful. And almost summoned by his wish an image of a woman appeared in his mind. She beckoned to be brought into this world but he wasn't ready, not yet at least. In a defeated sigh he turned and continued his private tour through the serene landscape littered with artists and their work. The Sculptor's Yard was almost intimidating to him, even frightening as he felt he would bring disaster upon the artwork.
In that moment something rang at the back of his head, something warning him of impending trouble. Looking around once he saw nothing unusual and shrugged it off as the cold playing evil tricks on his mind. Walking along and observing the wonderful works of art he was lost in silent wonder. Every time he set his eyes upon a new work of art he felt his heart flutter slightly. He didn't really like the feeling but it was an interesting feeling. Though as the cold bit at him, something rang at the back of his head again. Ignoring it again he thought his imagination was merely playing with him. Feeling off set by this nagging feeling he hurriedly walked down. After a while he saw no one following he sat down on a bench thinking he had become paranoid.
That is when he was proven aptly wrong, he couldn't help but think that Lhex was laughing at him. Though he most likely deserved it as he saw a very failure figure running at him. Already Banir felt pain spreading through his mind as a flush of worried questions ran through his mind. Was she going to press him for information again? What was her most recent death wish this time? Was she going to make him do something he didn't want to do? More thoughts similar to these infested in his mind. What had started out as a nice quite day of peaceful strolling, was taking a turn for the worst.