[h1][center][color=gold]Gorm[/color][/center][/h1]

Although the half-orc had kept himself tightly bundled against the harsh and unpleasant chill, once he was in the city proper, he relaxed himself with a small sigh. He shook himself, brushing off some snow in the process. Finally - civilization. He'd been traveling for so long he'd started to wonder if he'd ever see anyone again. A cheeky grin crossed his face as he cocked his head to one shoulder. [color=gold]"Looks like we're 'ere,"[/color] Gorm said to himself. [color=gold]"Time to get a couple of drinks and take a load off 'fore figuring out what our next move is. What do you say?"[/color]

Expecting no answer - no verbal answer, anyways - Gorm simply continued down the street. Despite wanting to sit down and enjoy a nice mug of mead after having trekked for so long through the snowy lands, he also felt like taking a casual stroll through the town to familiarize himself with it. As he gathered directions to the nearest tavern and took in the sights of people going about their daily business, Gorm began to relax, his heart easing from the strain of travel through these unfamiliar lands. Once he had proper directions to his destination, he switched from wandering aimlessly to wandering towards the tavern. 

After how unpleasant the journey had been through the harsh and unfamiliar cold, he was more than ready to take a nice, warm seat, throw down his coinpurse, and treat himself to as many mugs of mead as he could handle and then some. Just put it all behind him.