[Viktor isn't one prone to long walks. It's physically cumbersome, and in a place he's unfamiliar with, it can be outright dangerous to do. But the melancholy of the season struck something within him, and he finds himself heading down a series of paths he never tread before. Just as regret for such a long journey was starting to hit him, there's a chapel, looking and smelling inviting. First instinct is of course, to think this is a trap of some sort. The world is cold and unforgiving, why would something like this exist?
Curiosity gets the better of him, along with some strangely foreign thought that... an approach wouldn't be unwelcome?
Odd.
Still a good dozen feet away, as he approaches he notices someone outside, hanging up more decorations. A familiar green poncho. Is it...?]
festive
Curiosity gets the better of him, along with some strangely foreign thought that... an approach wouldn't be unwelcome?
Odd.
Still a good dozen feet away, as he approaches he notices someone outside, hanging up more decorations. A familiar green poncho. Is it...?]
Bruno?