It'll almost be spring...

[blackshadow]

[ The winds had picked up since this morning; Tyr should have really listened to Gremio when he insisted that he wait another day before setting out again, but he was sure that he could at least make it across the Dunan border before nightfall...

And if the snow wasn't high enough to creep into his boots, he probably could. Part of him wished Gremio was with him, but a larger part was glad that the ageing man hadn't followed him into the storm this time. The wind was whipping his face raw and snow was creeping into his coat (and probably his supply bag) with every gust. His cloak was only good for keeping it off his neck.

He was still foolish, though. He knew and could admit to that much. By the time he finally spotted a - actually rather nice - lit house from his path, the snow had piled itself onto his shoulders clung to his boots even when he started up the walkway to it. It wasn't the first time he had asked to stay at a stranger's place, but it would be the first time he had to do it in his own homeland. It was somewhat embarrassing...

There wasn't much of a choice right now, though. With a sigh, he knocked at the door with his free hand. ]

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[mydearapple]

[Naturally, the knock at the door comes as a surprise. Who on earth would even be outside in weather like this? It's strange, but the servants have their duty and so they don't stand around too long to think about it. After a moment, the door opens, and when the maid sees the young man with the red face and piles of snow built up on his clothes, she immediately invites him inside. Although she doesn't recognize him, she fusses over him, asking if there's anything she can do for him and commenting on how terrible it must have been for him to have been caught in the snow like he was.

Her fussing ends up getting the attention of some of the other maids, though, and it isn't long before they start to talk about the strange young snowman standing in the foyer.]

[blackshadow]

[ This was even more embarrassing than he thought it'd be... If his face weren't ruddy from the wind already, it would be now. It's like have multiple Gremios...although Gremio would probably be more emotional about all this...and less gossipy. ]

Thanks, but I just need a place to stay until this blows over... Is the master of the house here?

[ He's not going to start pulling off his cloak until he knows he can stay, but he does put his hood down so he can see. ]

[mydearapple]

[Word travels fast, even in a house as big as this one. One of the maids starts to explain that the master is away on business, but the lady of the house is still home. Her explanation is cut short, however, when Caesar makes his way downstairs to see what all the fuss is about. He can't see through the servants' little crowd, so he just speaks up to get their attention.]

Is something wrong?

[blackshadow]

[ Tyr is about to ask to see the lady of the house when Caesar comes down. He glances over at him before turning and giving him a short nod of acknowledgement. It doesn't take an introduction for Tyr to know Caesar can't just be another servant. ]

I got caught in that storm... I was just asking if I could speak with the lady of the house about staying here until the weather clears enough to continue on my way.