4th day of Fall, 510 A.V.
Having had a decent meal the night before and something even more of a god send, a warm dry place to sleep, Jonas was up before the sun was. Though as he walked through the Icewall Gates, leaving the city, he did surmise that at this time of the year around here it did not a great deal of sunshine until much later in the evening then what was normal for places located further south in Mizahar then this place of eternal winter. Why his family had decided to migrate here he had never known.
Jonas kept his head facing down yet again, the occasional breeze serving as a deterrence to raising his face. He however did not need to completely avert his gaze from the train for he remembered passing this way the day before and he remembered a large clearing but a few hundred yards outside the city. For what he had planned he had to be outside the city lest the Icewatch decide he was causing trouble. On top of that it had been years since he had been to Avanthal, and there for had no idea about their views on magic or Reimancy itself for that matter. Outside of the faint sound of the city at his back, Jonas could hear no noises outside the occasional crash of snow as a branch became to leadened with the stuff and gravity took over, clearing the branch of its unwieldly burden.
It didn't take long for Jonas to reach his destination, the spot being a clearing just off the road but close enough he could reach it in but a few moments if need be. Jonas slowly strolled over to a small tree, deliberately clearing off as much snow from the lower branch as he could, before stripping off his winter cloak and laying it on the branch. Despite having worse two rather think shirts and trowsers to match he felt a sudden bite of cold as the a gust of wind seemed to rip though him again.