Post by Beornwyn Veen on Jun 7, 2015 2:11:49 GMT 1
Time and Date:: Late afternoon - December
Weather:: Cold - Clear skies
Adjusting to the cold weather on Berk was going to take awhile for Beorn to get used to. He was used to the warmer weather of Europe, more particularly the Mediterranean weather in the south. But he had been in just as worse, so he sucked it up and just layered up with his typical clothing for the weather.
But the travelling had taken a toll on some of his gear, more specifically some of the metal bits on his saddle. Some of them had started to wear out to the point they needed replacing, plus one of the buckles had completely frozen over and snapped. So instead of going without a saddle, which was a death sentence with an Ambassador, he figured he might as well get it fixed up. Thankfully Sven had been able to point him in the right direction, the blacksmith in town who goes by the name of Kenna.
Sven never gave any other little points about the girl, just the bare basics and that was it. He supposed it was fine, if he had anything to worry about Sven would had surely warned him right? Mentally checking off the, "Not Crazy" box in his head, Beorn made his way to the blacksmiths building.
The edges of the hood he had over his head blocked his peripheral vision. But there were very few people out an about, the cold seeming to only allow the most desperate of people out of their homes. Beorn didn't blame people for staying inside near the fire, he would be too, but of course the saddle he carried between his arm and side had to be dealt with.
After his short trip through the village, Beorn seemed to have found the building he was looking for. He walked up to the door and gave it a glance over before opening it up and stepping inside, shutting the door behind him to keep the heat from escaping the confines of the structure. He took a look around the room before introducing himself to the empty room, "Hello? Anyone around?" He sat by and waiting for some sort of response.
Weather:: Cold - Clear skies
Adjusting to the cold weather on Berk was going to take awhile for Beorn to get used to. He was used to the warmer weather of Europe, more particularly the Mediterranean weather in the south. But he had been in just as worse, so he sucked it up and just layered up with his typical clothing for the weather.
But the travelling had taken a toll on some of his gear, more specifically some of the metal bits on his saddle. Some of them had started to wear out to the point they needed replacing, plus one of the buckles had completely frozen over and snapped. So instead of going without a saddle, which was a death sentence with an Ambassador, he figured he might as well get it fixed up. Thankfully Sven had been able to point him in the right direction, the blacksmith in town who goes by the name of Kenna.
Sven never gave any other little points about the girl, just the bare basics and that was it. He supposed it was fine, if he had anything to worry about Sven would had surely warned him right? Mentally checking off the, "Not Crazy" box in his head, Beorn made his way to the blacksmiths building.
The edges of the hood he had over his head blocked his peripheral vision. But there were very few people out an about, the cold seeming to only allow the most desperate of people out of their homes. Beorn didn't blame people for staying inside near the fire, he would be too, but of course the saddle he carried between his arm and side had to be dealt with.
After his short trip through the village, Beorn seemed to have found the building he was looking for. He walked up to the door and gave it a glance over before opening it up and stepping inside, shutting the door behind him to keep the heat from escaping the confines of the structure. He took a look around the room before introducing himself to the empty room, "Hello? Anyone around?" He sat by and waiting for some sort of response.