Rain drops fell through the naked branches of the trees and slowly melted the snow to expose patches of scrubby grass. A rusty light pole leaned next to an old barn and gave out a strange pink light that made the scene surreal.
Katelina scrunched herself into the black coat and questioned what in the hell she was doing in the middle of nowhere. Oren had sent word when they'd woken that he'd meet them at this god forsaken location. Jorick hemmed and hawed about whether it was a trap but, in the end, there they were; sloshing through slushy snow in freezing rain. What was with him and meeting outside in the winter?
Something moved in the barn's shadow, and then Oren slowly seemed to materialize as he stepped out into the light. His blonde hair hung damp around his face, his eyes were cold and his expression was unreadable.
Jorick steered Katelina towards him and commented impassively, "So, you came."