OOC:
Sorry Shandrila but you can't load your crossbow. You don't have any bolts to load it with, unless you're going to load it with a snow ball 
Were it not for the sinister howl of the hell bent gail, Rhargn would have caught the sound of the harsh crunch that seemed to creep upon him carefully. His greasey hair provided excellent coverage for his thick, cauliflower ears, though this was as a sacrifice to hearing. One thing the ruffian wouldn't miss however, was the greeting that mysteriously forced itself upon him from the side.
Eyes shot wide open as a shocked gasp of ice mist rambled from Rhargn's throat. Spinning on his worn heels, the mountain man readied his brick like fists to meet the oncomer. However, a soothing aura of relaxation soon washed over Rhargn as he realized it to be but a human, apparently also on his way out of the city in these treacherous conditions.
Initially, the 6ft6 bear of a man shot his focus straight over the Dwarf sized character that stood before him. As confusion began to meander its way into the the thoughts of Rhargn, he looked down and struggled a chuckle. It was only a kid, compared to the 33 year old ruffian anyway, and one for the females at that. Delicate looking facial features, a lean structure, completely the opposite of Rhargn.
"Nice brightening?! Are you chuffin' mad son?!"
The fat mans gaze drifted back to the horizon.
Void. That's all there seemed to be. Nothing but a thick sheet of white.
"What's a young un like you, doing out in weather like this, aye mate. You'll catch your death." At this, a new myserious voice alerted Rhargn. He'd not seen the figure close in on the duo, yet for some reason he wasn't suprised by the arrival of yet another new comer.
Hazel orbs now quickly shifted to the ebony flesh of what appeared to be an elf. Scouring the femine body of of this lean peice of meat, Rhargn heartily laughed out loud, a deathly cold chunk of the wintery assault bombarding his lungs.
"Handsome?! Ha, I think you mean this fellow 'ere." The ruffian bellowed, as he slipped a massive trunk like arm about the
Rhagrhnd, edging him into the lime light slightly, for Rhargn was far from attractive. However, although he was a fat, barbaric looking man, he held no real prejudice for any race bar Orcs, for they were the ones who'd kidnapped his younger sister Ell from his village in the Arium mountains.
"I'll guess I'll say it to you both now then... What on Telath are you doing out in this 'orrible weather?! Me, I promised myself a quick tour of the out skirts of Nexus, whatever it was like." With this, Rhargn awaited both replied.