The wind had gotten stronger during his brief visit into the temple, and after the first bracing buffet, it occurred to him to hold onto his scarf lest he lose it to the elements. He held it to his face with a hand while he stopped, looked around, and promptly cursed under his breath. No matter which direction he shifted, he could not see anything more than vague outlines that suggested buildings. Worse, he didn't hazard the temple often, so this immediate area wasn't exactly the most familiar to him, and neither was the Pig's Foot. Berend preferred the Drunken Fish because of all the foreigners that were bound to be found stumbling off the docks, but he was pretty sure the Pig's Foot was closer. At least, it felt close when he was practically dragged there two nights ago. He looked over at Julia, his eyes narrowed against the cold, and silently he wished she had been familiar with the location. It wasn't in him to lead, and the pressure to promptly start doing so disquieted him even more than he'd been. His heart hammered in his chest, and his chest was starting to burn. Suddenly, it seemed very foolish to be doing this, but here they were, and now he couldn't go back. The entrance wasn't more than two feet away, but to go back would be cowardice. What would Grael think if word of this came back to him? What would she? Berend took a step forward, then another forcing his way slowly through the snow. Around them loomed snow and shadows, obscuring the way at every turn they took. He hadn't much liked her taking his hand at first, but now that he was in this, he could see the logic. Without that tenuous link, it would have been easy enough to be separated. The wind was blowing in his eyes more often than not, having him blink repeatedly away the flurries since his hands were otherwise occupied. Still he trudged forward for lack of any better option, occasionally getting a better look at the shadows when he got closer. When a gap between two small shadows finally loomed ahead, he picked up the pace to move between them, and sighed in relief at the slight respite from the blistering wind. "Not too much farther I think" His voice came out a bit muffled through the scarf, but he trusted she heard him well enough. "Still in the Common's at least. If it's open, it'll have a light on with any luck so look careful. We will stick along these stalls till we come across it." He would give it a good try, he owed this little venture that much, but if that didn't work, then they'd just have to keep to this side on their way back to Temple. Hopefully, it didn't come to that because his bones were already chilled. Berend forced himself to breath deep, despite the ache of every breath, and trudging once more, hoped that just maybe, the tavern was around the bend. |