[spoiler]A meet before a fight.[/spoiler] [i]Crunches are heard as heavy footsteps approaches the man. The snow crunches and falls around Lucien. The stranger walks up next to the man, brushing off snow from a rock and seating himself. He seemed normal enough, wearing combat boots, blue jeans, a bright blue shirt, and a leather jacket. Curiously enough, the snow and cold held no spell on the man. In fact, it seemed the snow evaporated the moment it touched him. He looked up at Lucien, and his eyes...for a moment, the irises looked to be rings of fire, but that may have merely been a trick of the light off of the snow. He watched the Heretic clean his blade, saying nothing, waiting for Lucien to either start the conversation or share the silence.[/i]