"I see, y'all blew all that fuсking money on this fancy shmancy ice castle instead of something more practical!? I had to ride in a shitty Volvo instead of a 4x4 WHICH IS SUITED FOR THIS!" [i]The ashen haired man said getting out of the car and slamming the door. He was clearly not in a good mood. His hair was tied back into a ponytail, with stark blue eyes. The man known as Sam sported a van dyke and was smoking a cigar. His clothing style consisted of a thick, crimson red peacoat with a fur collar which hid the armor he had on save for the gauntlets and leggings, which were matte black. Finally he was armed with three weapons, An HF Blade was on his hip thanks to a magnetic sheathe, then hidden under the peacoat and in a holster was a pistol of an Archaic design. Finally there was a rifle of a sleek design slung on his back with a drum barrel, this was Sam's Rail Rifle. The Merc pushed open the doors to enter the extravagant and clearly compensating for something castle.[/i]