[b] Near Relin [/b]

The winter storms had ravaged the area around Relin for centuries, destroying all but the hardiest of plants - plants that had been graced with some abnormal luck, sparing them from the destruction the winters typically brought. Coupled with the strong sea winds, the frigid air ate through most clothing. The Relinians prided themselves on crafting the warmest coats, mostly which was out of necessity. The temperatures in the area could easily drop in the negatives with the often dead of winter bringing the coldest of days, days where -70 below zero would span weeks at a time and bury the area in snow once again. It was, also, at this time, that a festival celebrating Seiryu would be held in Lifan, bringing people from all around the lands, much like the other seasonal festivals.

The area Axel was at was no different from the rest. The snow covered the area in a thick, white blanket. Plants were nowhere to be seen and the cover from the ravages of the winter air was nowhere to be found. It was not unusual for those unprepared for the trials of the Relinian winter to be found dead later in the spring, entombed in a grave of ice and snow. Pitied, those people were, as foolishness has brought them their fate.