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	[u]Weather[/u]: A few more clouds began to gather in an otherwise mostly clear sky. The warmest portion of the day has passed, and while it hasn't dropped dramatically, there is a noticeable change in the temperature. It is cold.    

   	[u]Time[/u]: Late afternoon to early evening. This time of the year, night comes earlier and earlier, so the number upon the face of a clock may be at odds with the light in the winter sky. 
 
	[u]Ambience[/u]: No new precipitation, but that hardly matters when the whole of the landscape is covered in the crystalline, white stuff. No melt, nor even partial melt today as the temperatures remained constant for the vast majority of the day. This lack of variance in the day is likely a reason that the few workers available at the Vineyard wrapped up their duties as quickly as possible and got back to where it was warm. The same might be said of the people of Southmoor, who would like nothing more than to finish up their duties and return to hearth and home. 

	The road between Southmoor and Avonshire Township drifts lazily through the higher points of the moors, which is good considering that the lower reaches are perpetually damp and the whole of the area is blanketed in thick snow. The road itself remains more or less traversable, though if one desires less hazardous travel one must take their time. Occasionally, the river meanders close enough to the road to be seen, or rather, the ice which covers it on this particularly frosty day. It's all very lovely in its own way. 
 
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	Along the waypoint, the mule now known as Old Boy seemed to be appreciating the attention, even in the frigid tempertures. The wagon stands still, with canvas flapping slightly in the low winds every so often, and from the lack of appreciable disturbance in the snow, it doesn't look like anyone had been out this far in at least a day. Nevertheless, this remains a place where rock formations provide a little shelter from weather, and a large, flat shelf of stone might allow for an easy picnic location, were it not covered in snow. 

	Back at the Vineyard, the swordpoint decision made much earlier that morning wasn't bearing the sort of fruit which one might have hoped. Kosara's jaunt into randomness, allowing chance to guide her steps in a way that worked remarkably well for her before did not overtly assist in the party's overall goals with figuring out and/or rectifying whatever plagued this land. The swordpoint led Kosara in a more or less easterly direction, cutting diagonally through the trees set up as a slender windbreak and moving her a little ways north of the watchtower. Continuing on this path brought Kosara to an elevated location near the river. Still with a crust of white-grey ice atop and a bit of a drop until one gets down to it, it is objectively a pretty good view. From here, one can see the back of the Estate House, the watchtower, and most of the beach area surrounded by rocky facings set aside for deliveries by river.  

	In and around Southmoor, things are a little more lively than the Vineyard, though admittedly not by much. One can easily note the presence of others by means of the occasional occupational noise and by the thin trails f smoke which rise from individual cottage chimneys. Yes, people are alive and active in the sleepy little settlement, even if that activity is mostly taking place inside. [color=darkgray]"Hey,"[/color] begins Lizbeth, still armed and armored for battle while simultaneously pulling a scarf about her head and neck, [color=darkgray]"I know where Mr. Toombes lived with his family. His body was delivered there in a crate. It's sometimes customary to sit and wait with the body for a couple to a few days before they bury it. I'm not sure why they do, but... did you want to go there?"[/color]