It’s freezing out here!
@cherryhairedcherche
It was an uncharacteristically cold winter for Ylisse. The denizens of the kingdom had been blindsided left and right by snow. Temperatures were dropping, crops weren’t growing, and trade had virtually ground to a halt. As a result, the haildom was hurting. Bad. So in order to combat these conditions Chrom sent out a series of relief caravans, to dispatch supplies to the needy. A noble and much appreciated effort, but a bitter and grueling job for those shepherds assigned to escort them.
And Gregor happened to be one of those lucky shepherds. Normally, the seasoned sellsword enjoyed the cold and found that ice and snow reminded him of his homeland. But this particular winter did not seem to have that effect on Gregor. And trudging through the snow and icy winds proved to be very tiring for him and felt like murder on his back. But Gregor would never let anyone else know that he was struggling, so he continued to put on an energetic facade. The last thing he wanted was for his fellow shepherds to think that he wasn’t up to the task.
But things were not all bad. Sure, wandering around in freezing temperatures with the wind blowing at your face could put a damper on anyone’s mood, but at least he had a friend with him. Cherche, a fellow shepherd and skilled wyvren rider, had been selected to join Gregor and accompany him in the task of delivering the supply wagon to the good people of Ylisee,
"It's freezing out here!" Gregor said to Cherche, after almost loosing his footing in a snowbank. He grabbed hold to the side of the supply wagon in an attempt to steady himself. “Even ice cycles are having ice cycles!”
