After the introduction forced by the abnormal events, both sat at the entrance.
Thane looked at the man, his raven black hair with grey streaks. He looked at the four black lines and immediately understood this man was not a common man.
Four blessed lines at the seemingly age of mid forties was an accomplishment worth praising.
Thane turned his sight towards the outside, he saw snow drifting down from the cave entrance.
"I missed snow, capital didn't had it." Thane commented as he gazed at the fallen snowflakes.
"Don't remind me that, I wanted to roam in the capital. That ugly black piece of shit ruined it all." Arathorn answered as he threw a pebble.
Thane wheeled his head towards him and asked. "Why were you taken by that thing?"
"My answers are as helpful as yours." Replied Arathorn.
Thane stood up and slapped the snow out of his pants. "I am going down."
Arathorn picked another pebble and threw it out of boredom. "It's no use."
