Whose woods these are I think I know
[Fakir walks the snow-covered ground of the castle. Despite the colder weather, being cooped up in the castle for so long has started to get to him. He managed to find a winter coat in a large wardrobe earlier and has now stepped out to get some fresh air.
A few paths had been cleared off, presumably by the ghosts, but Fakir has ventured has ventured off the trail, the snow crunching under his feet as he trods on it.
Against the white snow the lone figure seems to stand out in his dark coat. He actually seems oddly content for this particular Fakir, but that doesn't mean he's exactly happy.]
[ooc: I know we're going to reschedule the illness event, but it's winter so it has snowed XD; /failmod
Also, I will not object if snow starts flying |D]
A few paths had been cleared off, presumably by the ghosts, but Fakir has ventured has ventured off the trail, the snow crunching under his feet as he trods on it.
Against the white snow the lone figure seems to stand out in his dark coat. He actually seems oddly content for this particular Fakir, but that doesn't mean he's exactly happy.]
[ooc: I know we're going to reschedule the illness event, but it's winter so it has snowed XD; /failmod
Also, I will not object if snow starts flying |D]