Back bent against the driving snow, Cabal dragged a tarp-covered sledge through the darkness.
(was there a body on that sledge? what are you, a snitch?)
Only the light of his green-glass lantern lights the snowy road.
It's Time
There's something nearly otherworldly about seeing a figure hunched in the pelting snowfall. He--Nina could only assume this was a man, as likely only a man would be so foolish as to tempt fate and test his luck in this storm--seemed decidedly out of place. A black figure of death against the unending white.
Yes. Death. Not only was it increasingly impossible to escape, but it...it called to her. The form bundled on that sledge might as well have been whispering directly in her ear, content to battle the wind for her attention. If she was a smart woman--and Nina considered herself a least that--she would simply walk away. Leave the odd grim figure to his work, whatever that might be.
Unfortunately, her feet had other ideas.
"You'll catch your death, here." Nina called in Fjerdan, then again in Kerch. "Surely your business could wait out the blizzard?"
