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Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

Snow days weren't exactly a thing where Fjord was from. Oh, there were days when a ship would remain docked in port, when the waves were too tracherous or a looming storm on the horizon came with the promise of a shipwreck. But if that storm happened to hit while you were at sea, you worked. You worked damn hard, or you died.

Most people didn't conveniently wash up on shore alive after the shipwreck, after all.

And so Fjord was showing up at the forge for his shift as per usual, his hair and shoulders white with snow, bare shoulder more than a little chilly as he finally started reconsidering the benefits of going to shop at that Demon Marcus place for a proper winter coat after all. Apparently when this place finally decided to get cold, it went all-in.

Besides, the fire was hot. He'd be just as comfortable putting in a full day of work here as he would be anywhere.

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There was definitely something particularly appealing about a nice warm forge on a snowy day. Granted, Amaya would find a nice warm forge appealing in any sort of weather, but that was beside the point.

"'Morning, Fjord," she offered her usual greeting and the usual mug of coffee when she came down from her apartment, her attention going straight out toward the street for a look at all the snow from this vantage point. She wasn't in the least bit surprised he'd still made it in; he hardly seemed the type to let a bit of snow keep him from a day of hard work.

...well. It was a little more than a bit of snow, but the point still stood.

"Quite the snowfall, isn't it? Guess winter's officially here, and I haven't even gotten the plow out for the Crumbler yet!"

"It's a little bit brisk out there," Fjord drawled in reply, gratefully reaching for the coffee. "Morning, Amaya. Looks like there aren't going to be many interruptions today, with all that out there. Thinking of getting that plow set up before this gets much deeper?"

"Thinking about it," Amaya confirmed with a nod, sipping from her own mug for a moment before tilting her head thoughtfully at the outside. "By the looks of it, it's likely to get filled right back in as soon as I pass through, but it helps it from building up too much. Not a bad way to spend a morning, though, either."

"Battling snow," Fjord mused, looking outside from where he'd settled in beside her. "At least this is a sort of trouble that makes sense. I suppose I can live with that."

He'd eat those words tomorrow, wouldn't he?

"Well, that's good," Amaya snorted, grinning faintly, "since I don't think we've got too much choice in the matter."

And, since Amaya wasn't exactly the type to just stand around watching the snow in silence, companionable as it may be, she took a long, satisfying drink of her coffee and fidgeted, maybe, just slightly, before announcing, "Let's get that plow, then!" and turning that way.

"Got it tucked away in the storage beneath the stairs, and, heavy as it is, an extra set of hands'll be a big help."

"That's what I'm here for," Fjord replied easily as he reached to set his coffee down. "Just point me in the right direction, then. I've been itching to see your Crumbler in action ever since you first mentioned it."

"One of these days," said Amaya, opening the door to the storage closet and peering in before switching on the light for a better look, "you might even get to see her actually crumble," and, of course, she lightly pounded her fist into her palm to accompany the word, "something, instead of just grinding or pushing snow."

She shook her head slightly, though that was toward the closet. "How in the world did so much stuff wind up in here, anyway?"

It was just the nature of storage space, Amaya. You put one box in there one week, the next you've somehow got five more.

And this was what bags of holding were for. Right up until you put something in there and completely forgot it existed, and then never saw it again, anyway.

Fjord glanced up at the light for a moment, indulging himself in a moment of thankfulness that he didn't need to resort to extra lighting in order to see, more often than not. And then he was peering in as well, reaching to start grabbing the heavier looking boxes so that he could get them out of the way.

"Funny thing about stuff, I suppose. Tends to add up."

"And, of course, that's them there," Amaya waved a hand, "all the way in the back. Oh, sure, I said to myself, you won't be needed these for a while now, it'll be fine. So much for thinking ahead.

"But I have been wondering," she grinned broadly after taking a look at the scrawl on the side of the box in her own hands at that moment, "were all these old drill bits had wound up! So there's one mystery solved!"

"Nothing like needing what's in the very back to remind you of what else is in there, hm?" Fjord set one box to the side and then went in to pull out another one. "I suppose one of these days you can put me to work making shelving or something for all of this. Make it easier to find the bits later on, perhaps..."

He just liked being useful. Aside from here, he didn't get much of that, these days.

"Maybe with some nice bins or something," Amaya thoughtfully considered the space, picturing it easily. "Say, that's not a bad idea at all, really. This space could probably use a little more organization."

She said, while holding a box that was literally just marked with a few big chaos-exuding question marks.

"It'll save you all that time looking, so you can get right in to the working again," Fjord quipped, setting down box number two and hefting up another one still. "The fun stuff."

Well, it was.

Fenris was wearing boots and he wasn't happy about it. He was also wearing a large puffy down jacket, a hat, and a scarf and he wasn't happy about that, either.

He stomped into the forge with a glower, gesturing with one hand back toward the door. "Have you seen what it's doing out there?" he growled.

Fjord could hardly have missed it. It had been snowing all day. Though at this point, it was coming down thick and hard.

"I might've glanced outside at least once or twice, Fenris," Fjord replied easily, and then nodded toward the forge. "Come in, thaw out a little bit? You look like you've been rolling in it."

Yeah, Fjord was really going to need to get proper winter gear soon. This was going to be a cold, cold few days.

All the more reason to master that Armor of Agathys spell, maybe...

Fenris gave himself a good shake, with the predictable result of a tiny, soggy blizzard right there. "I shook myself off a minute before coming through the door," he grumped, "That's how thick it's pouring from the sky."

He ventured in closer to the forge, taking Fjord up on the offer. "You're going to want a coat or a cloak," he advised his roommate, "I bought you a scarf."

It was a ridiculous scarf. It was extremely long and had multiple stripes of color and tassels on the end. Fenris was completely ignorant of the reason the cashier had asked him who his doctor was. It was none of their business, after all.

"You did, did you?"

It seemed to Fjord as though Fenrish might have actually gone ahead and purchased four scarves, and then stitched them together...

"Well, that was very thoughtful of you, Fenris. Thank you."

A cloak was definitely in order, it would seem.

"I did," Fenris said, putting it aside. Where it couldn't "accidentally" fall into the forge. He shrugged. "It should be warm." Bonus, it had enough mileage that Fjord could probably wrap both arms and his neck in it.

One of them was a half-orc. The other was a complete troll. At least it was a useful gift, for all its silliness.

"I also bought more food and alcohol." So they wouldn't run out if they got snowed in.

"Now, see, that'll come in handy if this weather keeps up," Fjord noted, nodding his approval. "Can't eat a scarf."

He paused, looking at it thoughtfully.

"Though there'd be plenty to go around, if we happened to get desperate."

"You could," Fenris said, wrinkling his nose, "It's wool. It wouldn't taste very good."

At least it wasn't acrylic yarn?

"I don't think I'd ever be that desperate. Not while there were still deer in the woods."

"Fair enough," Fjord agreed. "There are probably rabbits about as well. Weather's a little too miserable to fish right now, so you lucked out there."

"I don't like fish," Fenris said immediately, "They taste of fish. I would try to eat that scarf, if fish were the only alternative." A beat. "Not after you've worn it, of course." There were lines one didn't cross with one's roommate. That line would need to be moved someday because: vore roommate. For now, he drew the line at fish and eating his roommate's clothing.

Holding his hands out to the fire, he chafed them together with a tiny grimace. Not from the cold, from the feel of his own hands touching the lyrium. Wasn't a good feeling, even if he was used to it.

"Think they'll let us build a fire in the room if it gets too cold?"

That was.. more or less?.. a warning?

"I think we might burn down the hotel," Fjord replied, frowning faintly. "I'm sure we can come up with some alternative to actual fire."

...

"Probably."

Fenris blinked at him. "We can?" he asked, "Like what? How do you heat without fire?"

This..

...was not going to end well.

"Ah," Fjord replied. And frowned a little. And glanced at the scarf. And then frowned a little more.

He wasn't going to suggest 'body heat' if you weren't, Fenris.

"We'll see if the hotel has some alternative," he settled on.

"I could raid the empty rooms and linen closets for more blankets," Fenris mused, "The snow's too bad to make it across the causeway and back tonight. Maybe in the morning."

'Sharing body heat' wasn't really a concept on his radar. There had only been two people he'd had prolonged skin contact with, and none of that had been for the purposes of warding off cold.

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