Jinn's boots thudded firm across the frost covered cobblestone roads of the noble district, each step he took created an almost dull echo that mixed with the soft hissing sounds of the falling snow.
Along with the atmosphere, cold mist drifted through the air, turning the distant horizons into somewhat vague low visibility objects, swallowed by the mist created by the cruel weather of Juggernot.
As Jinn walked, snow fell towards Jinn, only to dissipate due to the protective eidra that he continued to manifest—something he had learned from Venedix, an essential skill for a warrior to be prepared at all times.
Jinn's eye remained forward, yet within its periphery, noble men and women walked along the sidewalks, their faces slightly veiled to protect both their identity and faces from the biting cold of the atmosphere.
Yet even within the haze of cold, their silhouettes are undeniably noble due to the fact that they wore ornate cloaks along with shimmering fabrics.
