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Gevar looked defensive for some odd reason. "I'm not a charity, I-"

"Firehands, is that you? I thought I heard your voice!" An old woman rounded one of the buildings, a warm smile on what could be seen of her face. A large grey coat with a fur-lined hood obscured most of her features, and as she moved through the snow she walked with a slight limp.

Gevar made a disapproving noise. "Willa, you're not supposed to be out in this weather, it's too cold."

The woman waved dismissively. "You seem to forget I grew up in this kind of weather. And who's this?" She asked, ponting to Hitan. "It appears you've brought a friend with you!"