Kharloz trudged on aimlessly through the snow of the lands known as The Barren. There was not a sound in the distance nor could he tell which direction lead to civilization. The heavy snow that fell during the prior night had completely covered the roads. While he didn't like to admit it, he was lost. Although that wasn't all bad. He hadn't experienced being lost for ages and being the person he was, relished in the opportunity to experience new and dangerous things. Plus he had been in worse situations before. The thing is, it was starting to get dark and a night in The Barren was considered certain death unless he found a way out of the snow soon. 

With a thump, he sat down on a rock to think about his predicament. "Maybe purposely going into the untamed wilds of the cold with no map, food, or proper clothing wasn't such a good idea after all... I'll have to drop my weapons at this rate to move more freely through the sn-" His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a galloping horse heading in his direction. He stood there for a moment, staring at the incoming rider and its horse. Cautiously, he held a hand up, palm facing the rider's direction, signifying for the rider to stop. He hoped his intimidating appearance wouldn't scare them away, it had happened before on more than one occasion.