The group trekked toward the heart of the town, their boots crunching loudly on the frozen crust of the snow. As they moved, faces appeared behind frosted windows—suspicious, weathered people dressed in thick, traditional furs and heavy hides. Ethan watched them with a raised brow; he could hardly believe they survived this biting wind with nothing but animal skins.
A small delegation of locals stepped out to meet them, led by a man whose face looked like a piece of cracked leather. He wore a heavy parka lined with wolf fur and stood with a sturdy, grounded posture.
"Welcome to Northfall. I am Mayor Torin. We don't get many visitors dropping from the sky this time of year," said the man.
