[Hi, sorry Gnosis, Wolfwood did not even notice you as he ran out. He could have just shoved you over into the snow and he still wouldn't have noticed, let's be real here. He looks more than a little panicked as a matter of fact, like he's seen a ghost...which he very well could have, considering.
He doesn't know what to think. It feels like he might just be going insane- what is all of this around him, why is it so cold, it's wet and seeping into his shoes- and then there's this man limping his way with feathers in his hair. Reflexively, Wolfwood reaches around...and grabs at nothing, because his cross isn't there. He'd left it behind in the inn room, and of course he doesn't carry anything like a pistol on him.
So, like a cornered wild animal, he stays where he is against the wall, his gaze narrowing.]
HELLO this is going to be a disaster
He doesn't know what to think. It feels like he might just be going insane- what is all of this around him, why is it so cold, it's wet and seeping into his shoes- and then there's this man limping his way with feathers in his hair. Reflexively, Wolfwood reaches around...and grabs at nothing, because his cross isn't there. He'd left it behind in the inn room, and of course he doesn't carry anything like a pistol on him.
So, like a cornered wild animal, he stays where he is against the wall, his gaze narrowing.]
Who are you? Where the hell is this?