Knee Deep in the Snow (Open)

[Torman]

Torman sat in the bar, drinking a glass of water. Countless people had begged him to do whatever measly task that they couldn't do themselves. The fighter sighed. At least he had a new weapon now that he had gotten to Ilia. The hand axe would give him some range. Torman looked up and around the bar. The crowd had died down now that it was late morning and people had jobs to do. The fighter took a drink of his water. Maybe some one would come by with a job he would take up. But for now, he would sit in the bar, stay warm and stay hydrated.