As Cristian and Wolf traversed the snow-covered streets of the small town, they seemed to merge with the wintry surroundings, their footsteps leaving impressions on the icy ground.
"We're going to the Land of Ever Winter? Do I need to remind you that I don't have a coat?" Wolf lifted his gaze to Cristian, whose chuckle resonated in the crisp air.
"What are you wearing?" Cristian glanced at Wolf, clad in a thick gambeson and a coat that made him appear even shorter.
"I want an epic-ranked one," Wolf grumbled, prompting Cristian to pat his head, promising to purchase one but acknowledging the challenge of finding a perfect fit.
Inhaling sharply through his teeth in response to the biting cold, Wolf nudged Cristian's leg. "Hey, I'm over a century old; don't pat my head like I'm a child!"
"I'm five times your age, Wolf. Bringing our ages into this is disadvantageous for you," Cristian replied gently, a soft smile gracing his features.
