Character: Andrea Ashmourn 
Status: Praying for a fire

Andrea's eyes widen slightly towards the Happy wanderer with her eyebrow cocked. "[color=ec008c]Ma'am?! I am not that old; I am not even close to my century.[/color]" Andrea groaned as her ears shook shaking the snow off her ears. For the moment she held herself tighter around the cloak, refusing to let the warmth escape her cloak. "[color=ec008c] Just, call me Andrea. It's better than ma'am.[/color]" Andrea offered a quick and simple smile but cut it short as her teeth let out a loud chatter again. She quickly wrapped herself with her cloak and shook her head glancing around to the other travelers then to the guardsmen. Noting their tried faces and behavior. Seemed like no one was used to the rabid cold, not even those who are prepared.

Andrea eyes wondered back to Bromann with a slight sigh and immediately facepalming. It wasn't the wisest of decisions newcomers make, especially with the uneasiness that most if not all the guardsmen wear so openly. Andrea continued to watch the happy wanderer draw attention to himself, trying to find answers for their current 'Situation". Andrea glanced towards Rachel the quiet girl. A little curiosity wondered if she was still kicking. However, seeing that brief little smile caused by the foolish man. It gave her some answers that brought a little warmth. "[color=ec008c]Glad to see his joy spread somewhat to you da'len.[/color]" Andrea offered a small smile towards her.

Immediately she turned towards the happy wanderer with her eyes fully wide. Seeing his bold approach towards the one in charge froze her breath for a moment as she looked up towards the noble with a headshake. With a grumble while her fingers rested on the bridge of her nose. "[color=ec008c]Great... Attention of a noble. Exactly what we wanted."[/color] Andrea remarked as she glanced towards the noble once again speaking up. "[color=ec008c]Pardon his eloquence. The journey and the cold does take a toll on some. Just like us he wants a good fire in our near future.[/color]" Andrea offered a slight diplomatic smile. Keeping her tattered cloak wrapped around her as she spoke before backing up slightly towards the Wagon. Joining the others as she shook her head.