Runes of Hoarfrost

Waiting down the hallway, your mother looks out the window. "I fear to ask if you found anything. But I can feel the frost on my heart, and know you did. I guess it was always there for you to find>"
 

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I approach her with a nod and grim smile. "I suppose so. I did not expect to find this... What do you make of it? A bone needle with a chill touch to it. Pale and cold... Like me."
 

"I have no idea. It is nothing of mine. Though I guess it was put there to be found by you. I fear you might need to seek someone far more wise then myself. "
 

"Then I will seek them out in journey to the Duke. I don't doubt some court mage or skilled wizard in the lands between us and there. I will be cautious though - no need to just share this willy-nilly. Regardless... Thank you, mother." I embrace her tightly, lingering for a moment to look down at her. "I'm going to miss everyone. But I will be back before you all know it."
 

"I do hope so. I feel you will find your destiny, out there in the snows. I shall miss you, but not worry for you. And I will await your return.

The rest of the night passes without anything of note.....and the next morning the sun rises on a new day....
 

With my supplies, my lantern, a small knife, and the sigil of the family tucked away, I take one final breath, and step out into the cold. The wind is quite chilly, even for me, and the surrounding forestry encroaches on the old family manor. I glance about, finally spotting the snow-dressed road, and start moving forward. No point in dallying at this point!
 

It is a cold morning, not that you feel the cold all that much.

It's only a couple hours walk to town.

Rübendorf is a small, unwalled town, though set up on a slight hill. The town is far more practical then made for any style or beauty. Mostly one story wooden homes, with a few two story wooden business. As usual, there are a couple of wagons in the grasslands just south of the town. No large caravans look to be in town.
 

I glance here and there, looking through the cold-swept town and the grassland to the south to find any signs of the dwarven merchant I'd heard tell of. Rübendorf always looked best with a nice coating of snow, but the winter seemed patchy here and there, the grasslands still visible. At least the bite of winter was not wholly upon the villagers yet. It's curious. Why would a dwarven merchant stay for so long amongst a relatively small village anyway?
 

Only a few dwarves live in Rübendorf, clan less individuals that have few other places it go. So the few in town stand out. After an hour you do find a dwarf sitting at the Wolf and Way tavern. A dwarf in plain furs and plain over all look. With a large clay mug of ale. He has bottles spread out over his table, some filled with colorful liquids and some empty, and is looking them over. He is not noticing anything around him at the moment.
 

I approach slowly, knowing the best idea of approaching a drunk man is to not startle them. Once I'm at least in his peripheral vision, I speak up to him. "Hello there, sir. You wouldn't happen to know of any traveling merchants in town, would you?" I glance over the various bottles, trying to look them all over as best I can with my limited knowledge of the brews.
 

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