A cold wind brushed over Vulcarions shoulders as he stepped outside the hall. The hall stood tall on steps leading from the Kings square white cobblestone built up the great hall. Merchants yelling for sales and the distant laughter of children reminded Vulc of his childhood, playing with his sister in the streets, they would play city guard or kick a ball down the roads along Towns Square. Vulcarion smiled at the thought of his childhood, what a wondrous time of excitement and mystery. He looked off to the mountain's snowy peaks that were just off north of the Drovia walls. He could hear the soft wind busheling the tips of the mountains, brushing the snow and swaying the trees. "Never as a child would have known what this world was." He whispered to himself, clenching his jaw. 

He made his way quickly down the steps into the pass between the Kings Square and Merchant Square. He glanced up to the kings hall and his eyes wondered as an eagle flew by. His eyes wondered down to a stand just outside the pass as you head into Merchant Square. [i]Breakfast...[/i] he thought as he approached the fruit stand, owned by a nice old man that Vulcarion could never catch his name, though seeing him every day, leaving the hall. The wooden stand had fresh apples and berries for sale. He approached the man, smiled and handed him coin for his meal.