Gondares Flamehall stood within the sight of an avalanche crash in pure distress. His form was a mess of blurry shifting colors which couldn't seem to settle down due to the terror crazing in his mind.
His legs shook, the man was only a few moments away from kneeling down into the heavenly snow and bawling his eyes out.
"God fucking damn it..."
"This whole trip is ruined because of 1 White Calamity..."
He counted to himself.
"7 Students went missing. I let Alberto send the rest back but it doesn't matter... A case of 7 missing students would be outrageous for the Council. If I don't solve this issue soon, I'll be packing my bags by tomorrow. Unless I end up in the King's chambers but in that case, I may as well just hang myself this afternoon..."
He circled around the avalanche sight cluelessly.
