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[Odon]

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A cold north wind cut through Odon's bones like a well-sharpened knife. He pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders, sighing at the small
comfort that it gave him, knowing it wouldn't last.
Pick the one night when a damned storm has to blow up. he mentally grumbled to himself as he gingerly took another step through the
snow that was accumulating.
He hadn't been here long, but Odon knew that he and this land weren't going to be very close friends. In the back of his mind he made
a point not to return to this place, even if his life depended on it. The cold just wasn't for him. He had to make sure to be prepared if
weather like this were ever going to cross his path again.
A small beacon of light caught his eye, far to the west. A gust of wind kicked up a cloud of snow, hitting him full in the face and causing
Odon to shiver violently, but the light had done its job, warmed his heart, and gave him hope for the night as be began trudging towards
the promise of an oasis from this damned valley of cold.

It was a good hour of trudging before he came within actual distance of the light to find it was a simple log cabin, but to him it might as well
been a castle built of the finest stone and pitched with the most resilient lumber. Odon had lost most feeling in his hands and feet, but
sheer tenacity had pushed him this far, and a wellspring of hope carried him to the front door, which he rapped clumsily against with his
numb fist.
There was no answer.
"Any hope for a warm fire until this storm passes!?" he yelled as he rapped at the door again. "I'll pay for lodgings!"
Again, no answer.
The thought occurred to him that perhaps the owner of the cabin might not be in, so he reached for the knob, pushed the door open
and staggered wearily inside to be met with the promise of unconsciousness and a headache when he awoke in the form of a frying
pan whipping towards his face.
Although his limbs were dulled, his senses weren't and he ducked, denying the frying pan its promise which echoed with a resounding
CLANG on the door post. The old woman holding the pan looked as though the teeth time had left her had been rattled soundly from
the impact, and Odon could barely find it in his heart to feel sorry for her as he regained his composure.
"Be at ease, woman." he soothed her. "I'm not here to harm anyone. I simply want to warm myself by your fire."
She looked at him warily, still shaking off the reverberations and still wielding her frying pan, although a little less confidently.
"It isn't every day we have strangers in these parts." She muttered to him. "And most what be coming through ain't lookin' for no fire."
She looked him up and down. "And they sure as Ranthum don't look nothin' like you." The old woman nodded to him.
"Fine make yerself by the fire. I figger with your fancy jumpin' like a wild varmint you'd have killed me if that'd been your intention anyway."
Odon bowed graciously and moved next to the fire, slowly rubbing his arms, feeling the sense return to them in painful spikes.
"You hungry?" The old woman asked, sounding neither concerned or agitated. "I'm gettin' ready to make some soup."
Odon grinned as he stared into the fire.
"Soup sounds wonderful."

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[Odon]

Light streamed in through a crack in the cabin walls and stabbed its way into Odon's sensitive eyes, jolting him awake. With a moan he sat up right, reaching for his cloak, the events of last night slowly seeping into his brain as it came back to life. He had just finished wrapping the cloak around his shoulders when a jarring sound slammed against the cabin door, knocking the rest of Odon's senses into gear.
"We know your in there, Fiona!" a gruff voice, muffled through the door, growled.
The old woman, Fiona who had apparently been up for a while already gave a sigh, stood up from her stool and frying pan in hand swung the door open.
"Now look here, Brand!" She shouted up into the stomach of a bearish man that stood nearly twice her height. "I'm not going anywhere til I die, so you can go back to that stupid little series of fires and tents you and your cronies all call a town and start digging there!"
The man, Brand, fingered a long knife on his left hip as though he were considering helping her with the first part of her statement, which he was.
"Fiona, we're asking you now. We've got more than enough men to break ground and we want to get this here operation well...operational now, and we can't do it 'til you sell us your land." He stooped down, keeping an eye on the frying pan that Fiona wielded, knowing its deadly and teeth shattering power all too well. "You can either do it nicely, or well...there might be an..."
Odon poked his head between the two, hovering just inches from Brand's face.
"...an accident? Oh really? How cliche can you get?" he asked, startling Brand into backing up a step quickly and straightining his shoulders.
"Who...what the hell are you?"
"Me?" Odon asked innocently, blinking his blazing red eyes quickly from under his coif. "Why I'm gramma Fiona's great grand nephew up for the winter!"
Fiona snickered from behind him.
"Why when gramma Fiona told me all about this wonderful snow here and how cold it was I just had to come see for myself! I never thought I'd see a place with so much....white." He grimaced as he cast his gaze out across the fields of snow and was graced in return with lancing pain as the light reflected off it and into his eyes. "Damn that's bright." He muttered.
Brand glared at him.
"I don't know who you are, but judging by your look you ain't from around here."
"You're not afraid?" Odon asked, surprised.
"I've seen and fought demons, and you ain't one, but that don't mean anything. If yer smart you'll get..." he cast a glance over Odon's shoulder "Gramma and get the hell off this mountain. Brand Engineering is taking it over."
With that, he turned and walked away.
"Two days, Fiona!" Brand shouted over his shoulder.
Odon closed the door and turned to Fiona, a puzzled expression on his face, Fiona sighed heavily.
"I suppose you'll be having some questions for me."
Odon nodded.
"We're on a mountain?"