The sun beat down with its same intensity, and yet its warmth could only be felt behind a pane of glass. Cats and dogs stared into the street, wondering how long they'd have to wait to frolic with their loved ones. The few who dared enter the street caught the gazes of the four legged companions, and piteous glances from those who rested by warm fires. Many were dressed in cloth that dared snow to fall, and most seemed to be fairing decently against the chill that drilled through every nook and cranny.
Most, however, did not mean all. While the citizens of the capitol and the mindful tourist had thought the day through before venturing out, there were others who had not prepared for such unprecedented weather. A single boy, draped in a light jacket with a white hood and blue jeans that almost invited the cold to his legs, made his way through the streets with as much speed as he could. Hunched over himself while he walked as if trying to preserve his own warmth, passerby's could hear the sound of teeth chattering and shaking breath.
Blue eyes glanced out behind the white hood, scanning for any building the looked both free and warm. Due to the reflection of the light, his iris had almost a purple reflection that brought a mysticism to his look. Before long, his gaze showed a glimmer of hope as a familiar building came into view. He had lost track of where in the town he was, due primarily to his gaze spending most of its time on the cobble in front of him. Hunching over oneself for warmth did not leave much room for things such as taking in the surrounding area.
The building was where many of the creators within Crocus showed to stake their ground and earn their claim. Leather, wood, iron and a plethora of materials both raw and refined were brought in and transformed into the lifeblood of those who lived outside the safety of cities. Adventurers and mages alike convened in this location to look for high quality gear that would give the extra protection or damage that drew a line between life and death. At the very least it was a place that one could go to admire the handy work of the masters of their trade. At the most, it was a paradise for those who dreamed of attaining the invaluable aid of crafted guard and weapons.
Pushing through the doors meant almost immediate relief, as the dry warmth of the building poured out through the opening. Rushing into the entrance area, the hood was immediately thrown of the under dressed mans head. Rubbing his hands together and bringing them to his ears in an attempt to warm them quicker, the blond looked around. He'd been inside the building a couple of times now, but it still was a marvel to him. A single place where so many creators set up shop, and it was beautifully crafted. In his wonderment, however, he failed to remove himself from directly in front of the door. Anyone attempting to enter at this point would likely find themselves bumping into a rather sturdy, albeit cold, young man.