Zeus left large footsteps as he trekked down a lone road, ruining the pristine layer of snow that had covered the ground. He could see his breath every time he exhaled, which made him regret every decision that led him to talking a walk around the empty city with nothing but a light jacket hugging his burly form. Once he couldn't feel his arm anymore, the old man began rubbing his unresponsive limb as briskly looked for a tavern to seek shelter from. That was when he arrived at a tiny drinkery called the Golden Talon. As if the owner had been expecting a customer, he popped confetti and welcomed Zeus into his drinking establishment with the loudest and most obnoxiously high-pitched voice anyone could imagine. "WELCOME TO THE GOLDEN TALON!!!" Due to the height difference between them, however, the colorful and stringy ornaments plastered the old timer's face. The culprit behind the confetti quickly shrunk back as he witnessed the aftermath of his miscalculation. Seeing such a herculean figure being surprised and possibly humiliated in such a way made him rather nervous, since the burly types tend to be more prone to violence. After Zeus wiped the stuff off of himself, he flashed a massive smile at the smaller man and slapped his shoulder so hard that it might have dislocated his bone. "Excellent energy I ENJOYED your enthusiasm! I have been DYING for a drink to cure my dry throat and warm up my FROZEN belly, what have you got?" The uproarious response stunned the man, who stammered as he wasn't expecting Zeus to behave in such a way. But, he quickly snapped back to his usual self and rushed behind the counter where he began to prep a drink for the old man. "Please! Have a seat, the first drink is a house special, on me!" Although the man worked fast, the impact of Zeus' grip made every movement rather painful... Once a drink was put in front of Zeus, he took the shot glass and downed the liquid in a single gulp before letting out a massive belch; the drink definitely warmed him up. "I am not much of a HARD liquor kind of MAN, how about some craft, EH?" While waiting for his brew, Zeus looked around at the empty establishment, business must have been rough for the man during the coldest month in winter. It dreadfully reminded him of his own situation with the Lion's Pride, which was now in shambles thanks to his lack of management skills. Just as he lost himself in thought, another patron graced the empty tavern with their presence. For a brief second, Zeus choked and involuntarily shouted a name, "Athena!" @Ilya
The pathways in the town were all but empty as the cold air surrounded everything. It would seep through clothes and cradle around uncovered fingers, not cold enough to cause frostbite on those unprepared.. Yet if one were to remain outdoors for a long length of time they would find their fingers "frozen". The goosebumps that dotted Ilya's arms as she walked the empty streets of Vintergard caused shivers to take over her body. The only evidence that she were there was the sounds her boots made as they contacted with the frozen snow on the ground. The simple crunch taking on more sound, due to the silence that surrounded the streets when she was not passing by various rowdy inns and homes. The other evidence was the breath that took shape of "cloudy" air as soon as it exited her lips. The "smoke" of her breath entering the air. The fact that she was moving and was evidently visible by the various small clouded lights that she passed by was another piece of evidence to her location in Vintergard. The various buildings that Ilya continued to pass seemed almost too visitor unfriendly. Which brought about the thoughts of her time in Dunnstads, the local tavern tossing people out of the tavern. With a small shudder, Ilya removed herself forcefully from her thoughts. Her gaze now landing on the rather large footsteps that had since crossed where she was walking. Looking up a bit, her eyes followed the footsteps. Her body now curious as to who was large enough to carry such large feet, she instinctively started to follow it. Her investigation mode activating with instinct as her fingers drew to her temples to also activate one of her skills, given to her through hunting. The footsteps seemed to glow, making them much easier to see. The owner of the feet had to be at least 6' 4" or taller. With each footstep, it drew her closer to the location of the giant.. As Ilya was focused on the footprints, the slight downhill was unexpected. Her foothold in the snow seeming to slip. Attempting to catch her balance, Ilya's hands waved at her sides, causing her took appear like a retarded seal. With no avail, her body went clashing into the ground. Snow clouds puffing into the cold air, a small sign to the fact that Ilya was now covered from head to toe in bits and clumps of snow. Taking a second to regain her composure, Ilya's face went from surprised to elated once more as a small laugh escaped her mouth. Any onlooker would consider her insane, yet to herself, she was having fun. Fun brought about laughter, which justified her case. Setting her hands onto the ground she pushed herself up, taking a few seconds to make sure she had the right footing. Taking the gracious period of time to dust off some of the snow that clumped on her clothes before continuing her hunt for the giant that had made the footprints in the snow. The sound of Ilya's boots changed as she reached the steps of a specific establishment. Her eyes, having been peeled to the footsteps lifted up, her eyes now on the sign of the building.. The Golden Talon.. What a fancy name.. Booming voices could be heard from the inside of the building, the warmth that came from the windows reaching Ilya.. The shivering that she had forgotten about being brought back to the center of her mind. Crossing her arms and folding them into each other, Ilya rubbed each one... The friction bringing about a small satisfaction of warmth to her bare skin. Her feet unhesitatingly stepping over the steps, now her body faced the doorway. The snow that was still clustered in her hair and mixed in with her clothes began to slowly melt.. Yet not fast enough to not be visible. Her shivering fingers unclasped her arm as she lifted it into the direction of the door handle. Tilting the handle her feet found their hold and began to shift one in front of the other, the booming voice sounding as soon as she stepped into the drinkery. The one word that came out of his mouth confused Ilya. The tavern held quite a few nice looking people, yet Ilya's eyes had been scanning for the giant she had been seeking. It seemed that the speaker of the loud and friendly voice was the giant she had been searching for. What he had called out, confused Ilya. Her eyes making sure he was looking at her as she looked close by.. No one is next to me? After confirming it for herself, she was a hundred percent sure that it was her that the man spoke of. Her mind took a few seconds to process it again before her voice found its way to the air of the tavern, "Huh?" Her speech directed towards the large man, whom had the feet that matched the footprints she had been following.
