[centre][img]http://orig01.deviantart.net/e4a6/f/2016/083/1/2/ardos_by_fenixking13-d9w8yq4.png[/img][/centre]
[centre][color=6ecff6][b]Artos Bane[/b][/color][/centre]


Artos' breathe came in steady a rhythm as he laid on the ice block he had made use of as a bed in Felix's basement, refusing the leisure comforts of the bed for fear of it dulling the winters edge. The other reason was that he was not entirely happy sharing a room close to the other denizens of the house, knowing full well they would not take kindly to how he slept. His dreams haunted him with the dull moan of the winter winds of home, mocking his desire to travel, mocking his weakness for failing to defeat the outcast and joining his little quest. Sleep had been difficult, it was true, but his dreams only made the young man more eager for the fight. 

[color=6ecff6]"How small, my world was."[/color] He lamented to the ceiling.

Rising from the slab of ice was easy enough as he swung both legs over the side and rose, stretching his back with a CRACK, one accompanied many more times as he worked the stiffness from his joints. Still fully armored, both weapons close by, Artos had not been able to relax and unwind in the unfamiliar dwelling. Thankfully the air of his claimed spot was still cold, not to the point he was comfortable with, but enough to get him used to warmer conditions even if it wasn't by much. Heavy footfalls above was his sign that the others were finally awake as well. 

From the basement he emerged, the area of absolute zero followed him as he crossed the room to where everyone was eating, the tantalizing smell of foreign foods tingled his nose with delight and made his mouth water but forced him to stop dead in his tracks. The ice around his feet he had not noticed made him realize that if he went any further these people might be enjoying an unpleasant sensation and a suddenly very cold breakfast treat. Artos cleared his throat and called from across the room.

[color=6ecff6]"Master Felix, good morning."[/color]

He bowed low to his superior as his cold aura became focused on a small area around himself, hoping that any damage he had caused would be easily fixed. After his bow, he took an available seat away from the others as best he could. No sense ruining the meal by accident. For food, it was hard to choose which to try first. Everything on the table smelled incredible but Artos refused to enjoy it, choosing instead to have a glass of tea which went from steaming hot to cold in moments, along with some bread and cheese. Simple fare he was familiar with, though the cheese was much more vibrant than what he was used to. 

[color=6ecff6]"Everything is so strange here."[/color] He mused quietly as he took a bite of the bread, determined not to let his feelings about his home mix up his new found experiences.