Jase strolled quietly down what he hoped was the main avenue of Avanthal. He could make out what seemed to be seven different districts, all the while taking in the stunning snowy landscape that surrounded him. It was nothing like his home city of Syliras, but it had its own unique charm that completely seduced him. He couldn't imagine what he looked like to the passerby's, no doubt he came across as a curious and lost child among the crowds that populated the city.
He briefly thought of his brothers, Arcturus and Turran, all on their own in the Capital city of Syliras. It wasn't like them to split paths, especially after so much they'd overcome together. He glanced at the log buildings and their rooftops packed with snow, and wondered how they were so resistant and sturdy with all that weight pushing down on them. He ran his nails along the icy material that decorated some of the buildings and was surprised at the lack of moisture from when he rubbed his fingers together afterwards.
His amazement had taken away that dreadful feeling of cold, but as he delved further into this new land, it slowly came creeping back. It chilled him to the very bone and Jase wondered how long it would take to find a tavern to warm up in. He picked up his pace and moved in long even strides as he searched almost desperately for a place to warm up.