Who: Saine Bloodwinter What:Wandering Where:Wilderness Why: Artifact searching The icy tundra that the world had become meant little to the man. He had his desires, and his desires came straight from the text of the book he held onto for dear life. Little survives out in the wilderness of the land, and since the schism that left the world godless, only monsters and demons could live, and if that was the cost to live, so be it. The blonde wore very little, yet felt little of the freezing touch winter brings. The book was his power, his life, and his creed. He would never remove it, and had it set that the book would be inseperable, binding it by a chain into the bones of his arms. A painful procedure, but what wasn't painful here? The man had been travelling for months through the wastelands, and as a response he looked much paler than normal. He smiled nonetheless. An empty world filled with horrific stories of monsters and mayhem. He was pleased knowing one day he too will be one of those stories. Seeing a encaved area, he quickly managed his way in. The simply loss of wind began to raise his temperature, and smirking, he sat himself against a wall, and wish a mere glance created a flame. Warming himself, he began reading the pages of the book. It's old rustic appearance contradicted it's use. It was beaten, but the man made sure it maintained structure and integrity. He flipped through the pages, many of which he memorized. It was simply habit. He flipped and read, a malfested grin approaching his face as he continued reading. The book contained power, and it was power he sought.