Tastes like Swedish

[Sebastian]

Sebastian was fascinated by the airport. He was fascinated by nearly every example of human architecture, but this building was especially interesting to him. Long hallways, huge glass walls, and those enormous winged monstrosities made of metal. At least, he assumed they were made of metal. Despite the dust and filth around the airport, it was in remarkable shape. It had been built to last.

Snow fell heavily outside, blanketing the building and the surrounding land. Sebastian frowned as he gazed out on the winter wonderland. It was freezing outside, and not a hell of a lot better in the airport. He hadn't been able to scrounge much from the place, and the huge interior was not much good at retaining heat. He wanted some shelter from the winter, but he had not encountered any urban packs- his preferred environment, even if it was a little harder to find food.

The Italian needed some form of shelter. He didn't even have blankets. Sebastian wandered away from the window, padding slowly down the escalator until he could lie down on a conveyor belt. The rusty-red artisan laid down on his back, looking up at the ceiling as he crossed his legs. It was midday, but he already felt tired.

Tired enough to rest, but not enough to sleep. Perhaps it was time to think about joining a pack, or at least bartering to get a blanket.

[Merlin Arcaniss]

(OCC-Hello, I'm Merlin. I've looked at your profile, Auditore, an Assassin Creed fan are you?)

It had been two days into Merlin's trek towards Halifax, and he grew tired of the constant walking. His breath created a mist in front of him, blocking part of his view. But as he climbed over the last piece of land, he gazed over and saw the stone and metal of Halifax. He sighed with relief, as his eyes caught the city on the horizon.
He was going to Halifax to look for more items of interest, he had run out of paper for his paintings and wanted a new item of interest and mystery, like his music box that he once found but traded for warm clothes. A waste, some would call it, but the woollen jumper he wore and the deer pelt kept away in his pack were keeping him alive during the long winter cold.

After rushing into the jungle of the Halifax stone buildings, Merlin came across a building cut away from the others by grasslands covered in bird-like metal statues, they were strange, but Merlin didn't ponder over them for too long before continuing to walk towards the shiny cover of the building.
The building was covered in glass and metal, and most of the glass lead to hollow interiors. Merlin found one glass part that had been smashed; he jumped through carefully without cutting himself on the sharp glass.
He looked around the strange room; it was full of colour, blue, red and green. And strange wooden blocks, almost as high as Merlin could stand, He noticed a furry figure lying behind the large wooden block. He quietly walked round to find a Wolf lying on a black, long surface, it looked tired and cold.
Merlin wanted to help it, by maybe giving it his deer pelt to use as a blanket, but he didn't want to wake the wolf.
He decided to leave the wolf alone, but to stay in the same area, just to make sure nothing happened that would danger the wolf, He placed down his sack, and took his bow and quiver from his back. He opened his pack and checked what supplies he had left, he had a few pieces of meat he had wrapped for food while in the city, and some paper with a pencil and a few pigments of paint, just in case there was sight he wanted to capture. No luck at the moment.