[Ace of Spades]

<<Ok then.>>

Scia walked past burnt stumps and ashes, holding one hand to his face and carrying Fiamma with the other. The acrid odor here had almost overwhelmed him, but this was the easiest way to avoid being killed. The small ferret-like creature wriggled deeper into his vest, and he regretted his choice for not finding something warmer to wear.

He knew it was dangerous for him to walk around with a loaded gun when he couldn't see what he was walking into, and he tread carefully around whatever was protruding from the banks of snow.

His other heightened senses picked up on an impending snowstorm, and he groaned inwardly. This was not the best time to be out in the open.