[u]Hellas, 05:09[/u] Two cloaked figures march through the snowy forest as the sun is barely dawning and shining on the ground below. Snow crunches under their feet as they continue, and stop at peculiar pile of snow in the middle of the nowhere in particular. "This is it?" Derylen says as he digs through the snow and digs out a wooden crate, locked and stamped with the insignia of a hare. Yana puts down the sled and they both begin to load and fasten the crate to the sled. "Remind me ag-ain why are we not taking this through an actual route?" Yana questions, clearly annoyed. "Smuggling up north is tricky, snow has routes tighter, travel is more predictable, so we have less chance of getting caught if we avoid taking the usual traffic routes, it's tedious but it works nine times out of ten" He answered. "Let's just hurry this up, snow is begin-ning to melt through, my boots" "You go ahead and clear the way, you're better at traveling through this sort of climate. I'll just follow your prints" Yana nods and jogs ahead as Derylen continues securing the merchandise to the sled. A cloaked lone figure jogs and navigates through the snowy pines, a bow and quiver slung on her back and coated with snow. She marks tree bark and snow as she passes and continues towards a nearby town. ((Open))