Character: Bromann Dudemiester
Status: Starting to feel feet again…wishing he wasnt. 

Bromann would keep his hands raised in a placating manner as he slowly stepped back with the rest of the groups. His ears would seem to perk up and his head would tilt slightly as he heard one of the other travelers speak to him. The group hadnt really spoken much as they crossed the snowy road to the fortress. He just assumed everyone else was dealing with the discomfort of the situation in their own way. “[color=007236]Not quite sure yet Ma’am, ill let ya know when i have a little more peril under my belt.[/color]” He would say with a slight chuckle. He would scan the gathered travelers and note that each of them seemed just as chilled as he was. His eyes fell upon the other girl there and spotting her little grin he would give a nod of acknowledgment.

His eyes would continue their wandering noting the guards weary expressions, those poor souls seemed hopeless, as if they knew that this bitter cold was not the worst thing to come. Despite the sense of foreboding, he almost couldnt hell himself saying “[color=007236]Geez, you fella’s look like i feel.[/color]” He chuckled. Continuing his wandering eyes he would finally come to rest on one of the only people who didn’t quite look as tired…at least not physically. It did not take him very long to identify him as the man in charge. 

“[color=007236]Hey! You gonna leave us here to turn into icicles? Or do ya have somethin ya wanna say…my feet are killin me and im sure the rest of us feel the same.[/color]” He would say hoping his bold words would not land his ass in a cell, or worse, sent to the beyond where he was positive his Ma would chew him out for not having manners and getting himself killed.