As tiny flecks of ice and snow assaulted the shard, one of Jastrey's more irritable residents approached the tavern. Binx didn't seem all that concerned with keeping warm- she wore the hood of her heavy cloak down, the rest of the blackened suede billowing out behind her with the breeze. The cold just didn't have the same bite as it used to. She ascended the steps leading to the Shady Corner in what would have been silence, if it weren't for the soft crunch of white powder beneath her boots. She paused, turning to look over her shoulder.
The trees, ground, rocks- all of town seemed to be covered in a steadily growing layer of snow and she wasn't happy about it. The mask hiding most of her hair and face hid the scowl beneath as she looked on. She hated snow. Her prey hibernating during the cold mests already made hunting difficult- the snow sent damn near everything she could eat hiding away to keep warm. Not to mention her usual choice of attire stuck out more than ever when everything around was white. Some people enjoyed the scenery and the little flecks of ice, each one unique. The Uordeq only saw it as a large inconvenience.
Through the doors of the tavern bursts a snow covered dwarf. Arms overburdened with scrolls, candles, books and liquors bottles, the heavy set dwarf's pipe sends puffs of smoke in unison with his labored steps as he heads for an empty table. Quickly taking the last few steps towards it, he drops his load onto the wooden surface, quickly grabbing a bottle that had rolled off mid-air. He sets up his various candles wilst moving around the table to a seat against the wall. Easing into a chair, he snaps his fingers, and a tankard appears. He snaps his fingers again, and a bottle floats over, and fills the summoned container. Properly seated, he opens one of the books, grabs his drink, and proceeds to read by his candlelight.
The pale scout entered entered the tavern along with a small gust of snow. Once inside, the small flecks of ice didn't survive long in the heated room. She strode across the wooden floor, passing by the dwarven mage without a second glance. Katri's nod did not receive much more- she met the other Uordeq's eyes with little reaction. No reciprocation of the nod, no glare of mistrust, no nothing. She made her way to the benches just in front of the fireplace, stepping over with a small toss of her cape, and sitting facing the fire. The blackened circles around her eyes were made whole as she closed them, feeling the warmth of the flames. She pulled a small bottle from the inside of her cloak, a small glass skull filled with red liquid. She set it next to her leg, allowing it to warm with her.
The smell of blood permeates the tavern as Leofrick walks through the door of the tavern, a large slab of raw bloody meat slung onto his shoulder. His face scruffier than normal, walks to his normal dark corner far from the fireplace. Stepping up to the table, he lays the meat onto the table and sits down to eat. "Better deer than nothing." His hands rough with use, digs his claws into the meat, carving pieces off and devouring it shorlty after.
The Uordeq at the fire didn't immediately look up when she heard the tavern doors open again. After a moment, Binx moved for the first time since she had placed herself in front of the fire. She shifted to sit diagonally, still mostly facing the flames, but able to easily look over to the rest of the tavern goers. She spied the haggard form that was Leofrick and his meal. Her yellow eyes lingered on the still bleeding slab of flesh briefly, but she reached up to adjust the black fabric over her nose and mouth before looking back to the fire. She lowered her hand to brush her pale fingers over the glass bottle at her hip, resting on the bench between her and the fire.
Sitting within the confines of the tavern, in a shady corner nearer to the fire than she was normally wont to, was a particualarly sour looking Katerina. Her mask hung loosely about her neck and her cloak was lain out closer to the fire, clearly soaked and set out to dry. She softly cursed the pair of icy clumps that had dropped from a tree on to her as she came in to town from her home. She was distracted from her gentle swearing by the opening of the door. Violet eyes flicked up to see Binx flecked with snow. She eyed the other black-clad Uordeq for a moment before briefly giving a nod of acknowledgment in way of greeting.