Character: Andrea Ashmourn 
Status: "Alive"

The cool winter breeze lifted Andrea's hood from her head as her ears twitched in annoyance. A slight shudder escaped through her clenched teeth as her ruby eyes landed on the walls of the bastion. For a moment, her body joined the winter as she became frozen in thought. The walls of civilization promised a safter world for those who rest behind it. A beautiful lie wrapped in wonderous hope, but rot resides in the most trusting places. Andrea knows this better than most, as she fell for the same lie. However, something much stronger than fate led her to this place with a different promise besides safety behind decaying walls.

Slowly the cold snapped her trance. A gasp escaped her lips as she shuddered a little louder as her body shook for a moment. "[color=ec008c]By the hells below, how can anyone stomach this kind of cold?[/color]" Andrea growled in freezing annoyance as her shoes crunched the snow below her as she followed with the group. Using her tattered cloak to cover her grimoire as she pressed forward, keeping a watchful gaze on the guards with a curious look before hearing one of her associates speak of a fire.

"[color=ec008c]Yes! Anything besides this blasted cold. I swear if there isn't a fire in the near future I-[/color]" Andrea clenched her fist as she could just picture the promised of warmth. Like a lover's embrace to just sit, relax and- "[color=ec008c]Of course.[/color]" Andrea groaned with dismay as she eyed the pike towards the happy wanderer. She glanced around for a moment feeling the eyes that surround them she dismissed the idea.

"[color=ec008c]Do you always wear that daring smile of your in the face of peril?[/color]" Andrea asked, half dead and curious. Eyeing the little smirk he wore on his face. Her arms remaining crossed but keeping a watchful eye.