Hearing the request, Junko raised an eyebrow in mild amusement, despite the cold. After a second, she smiled back.

" sorry sweets, I'm already taken. but ask raven, I'm sure he'd be glad to give you what you need " she says with a small chuckle

"Anyone else seem to find the current temperature comfortable?" Raven asked the group while looking at the mountains. "Beautiful sight..." While looking at the majestic mountains Raven trips and falls "oh shi..."

Blux points to the mountains and says "Mountains, why else? oh and try that again and I'll put into the mountain."

after a few moments of silence pass Blux speaks again. "Sorry, but I will if you use that same line again."

Blux tries to refrain from decking Bass. "If you do, you better have a good line or I will make you a part of the damn mountain."

"Your f**ked man."

"where is the templar?" Raven asks looking around

Blux raises her fist to pound Bass into the ground. "I warned you."

Blux refuses Bass's help and gets up. "Don't worry about it." she grumbled

"And next time I won't hesitate to break your nose." Blux said as she smiled.

Jacques began his tale as the Templar caught up.

"This is a story about the the winds that inhabited these mountains. Back when the Raata Empire was young this very forest was filled with fire and deceit. The local populace was unruly though, with no leadership whatsoever. But then, within the ancient temple a man lead a mob to destroy it's beauty. He stopped dead in his tracks after a strong wind blew, with tears in his eyes. He then dropped to his knees and with it so did the others. Then the people somewhat guided left this mountain and settled in the area near the Saaika lake. They have lived there for ages going by the way they had lost in their madness. Many believe the winds of the Kaalakiota mountains guided them to live a orderly and prosperous life. Others think the beauty of the ancient temple opened the mobs eyes to the wrongs they have done. You will tell your own tale as you visit it."

As they reached the edge of the forest Jacques pointed up the mountain, and a fuzzy large gray fiqure about 2 klicks. The snow was clearing and Jacques kindly said,"Enjoy the sight I'll be meditating in the main hall."

(Wasn't trolling. Trust me if I was i wouldn't of bothered with detail)



(I hope you arn't talking about Jonny, he has been sober for a few weeks now.)

Jonny stayed within the treeline. He watched as Patrick made a fire. He shivered as a cool wind blew past.

Taking a better look at the group, he noticed that they were all unarmed, with the exception of a few knives and picks.

He sighed and turned back into the woods. He walked for five minutes, counting his paces as he walked, until he came across a tall evergreen.

Jonny knelt, and as he did he took the magazine out of his rifle and took the tarp from his bag. He wrapped the rifle up and placed it down beside him.

Using his hands, he began digging a hole in the snow. The cold wind blew again and Jonny dug faster. When the hole was deep enough, he laided his rifle in the hole and covered it up. He then took out his knife and carved a peculiar symbol into the tree.

After his work was done, Jonny stood up and walked back to where he had last seen the group. On the way he spotted a few critters. He made a mental note of their location and carried on.

It was not long before he saw the warm glow of the fire. He said nothing as he came and sat by the fire. He kept his mask and beanie on.

Jonny noticed Patrick grabbing his pick. He started to wonder if it was a good idea that he buried his rifle in the forest.

He picked up a stick and started to stoke the fire. He chose to ignore the Amarr, not because of how rudely he asked him, but rather he was cold and didn't feel like explaining his business.

Jonny looked at the flask. It had been a while since he had a hard drink. He was tempted to take the flask and drink. Just one little drink. To warm him up...

Jonny looked back at the fire. 'No,' he said as he stoked the fire some more.

As he started to warm up, he unwrapped his scarf he was using as a mask. He scratched his rough beard.

He reached behind him and grabbed his pack. It was a small simple pack. He pulled out what remained of last night's dinner, wild game, and started eating.

Unfazed by his decision, she gave a slow but friendly nod as she unpacks a thermal pot, and starts stuffing clean snow into the pot.
" fair enough, I'll have a warm thermos for you if you want some later, anyone else want some tea? Cap? Johnny? Blux?" She asked as she placed the cover over the pot.

Then with one smooth motion, she got closer to the fire and gently set the thermal pot on one side of the fire. In a few minutes there would be boiling, clean water as she stoked the flames with a stick from the pile of firewood. Admiring the gentle licks of heat brushing her face.

Blux sits there ignoring Bass and reading her book. "Hopefully you'll figure something out before I break your neck for earlier." Blux says aiming the comment towards Bass.

"I would rather break it myself, but I have a plan B." Blux smiles