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Level 5: 26/50
Word Count: 513
Location: Baur's Reach 
Points Gained: 1
NEW EXP balance--- Level 5: 27/50[/center]

	Jesse switched into her winter outfit sometime up the mountain, fur on the top of the collar her jacket. The coat trailed behind her legs, and the dark red scarf she had collected wrapped around her mouth and nose. Gloves on her hands helped, and she was wearing thermals underneath her jeans. Not that this mattered much, but Jesse thought she cut quite the dramatic figure in her winter gear.
	
	Past the riders, past the giant animal thing, past some giant wasps. Fun times were had by all. The worst part was that her lower legs were getting cold walking through the snow, but that was it. Overall, Jesse was having a good time. There was an energy about her, and her eyes glimmered as she spotted any individual wonder or creature or landmark. When people demonstrated fantastic combat abilities, the perceptive among them might feel her curious, appreciative gaze on them. From magic, to Persona's, to advanced weapons and tactics. All of them being demonstrated on exotic, impossible environments and dangerous creatures. It was joyous, though Jesse certainly wasn't the type to express the fun she was having with anything more than an upturning of her lips. She'd learnt a long time ago that the 'real' Jesse was off-putting to people. This was just her special little secret, between her and Polaris. And her brother, too, but...well. She'd let him down a long time ago.

	Trudging through the frozen forest, Jesse scanned the environment, spotting a variety of creatures and denizens. None of which she had a particular interest in interacting with. Much like the bear, she would prefer to avoid conflict with creatures that weren't messing with them. Live and let live, if at all possible.

	One thing caught her eye though, and Jesse raised her eyebrow. Up against, or, in, or perhaps, attached to a tree at the top of a knoll, was a man with long white hair. One side of her upper lip curled upward. It was a pitiable sight. Jesse picked up the pace and hurried over to the man in the statue. She wasn't even sure if he was alive or not, or if the wind was just buffeting his arms around. She followed Midna after her approach.

	"Is he even alive?" Jesse asked when she was about fifteen feet away, looking to make eye contact with the man inside the statue.

	"This guy could be some kind of supervillain." Jesse warned, but it wasn't a serious warning or concern. Even if he was, he was of no threat to them now. "But I don't think anyone deserves a fate like this." 

	She hazarded a guess that she could easily free the man with her Tool Gun, but she wasn't going to do so until she heard what he had to say first. Or, again, if he was even alive. Or if he was even sane or sentient. 

	"Well. Unless their crime was entombing people in statues on freezing mountaintops. Then, I guess they might technically deserve something like this." Jesse said to herself, shrugging half-heartedly.