[color=ed1c24][h2]Angel Ferrara[/h2][/color]

While Cyare was keeping their shopkeeper buddy appeased with conversation and moving things towards their job here, Angel was spinning around in a circle to take in the market, rapidly blinking away the snowflakes that fell in crescents into his eyes and upon his cheeks. He should have brought some cocoa or something for the two of them to keep heated. The forests of Veronica were always relatively temperate, as were the parts of Fiore he stuck to; winter was something he rarely had to contend with as a mage. 

On the bright side, his discomfort was totally giving him gift ideas.

Keeping his ears open to the conversation and one eye out on the various stalls of the market, Angel paid attention, looking out for anything that he could plop on Cyare to keep her warm. She was from the mountains to the north of the Kingdom, and had spent a lot longer being cold than he hopefully ever would, but if anything that was just a reason for her not to be cold now! After all, she loved hot springs. He knew she enjoyed the heat more than being cold.

Fur-lined jackets...

Scarves...

A snug pair of boots...

This place was just [i]super stacked[/i] with clothing, above almost all other things. He would have to find a way to slip away from his friend and grab her something. It'd have to be a surprise gift, or else she'd never accept it, but she'd be super comfy and happy once she did!

But marauders.

[color=ed1c24][i]Right.[/i][/color]

Marauders were the enemies of all things in town that were comfy and warm.

[color=ed1c24][i]Still keeping an eye out![/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Yeah, we are,"[/color] he agreed, unnecessarily but cheerfully. [color=ed1c24]"So, fellow traveler! You're not from Fiore either, then, yeah? Did you come across the border from Bosco? You didn't have any trouble with the marauders getting here, did you?"[/color]