The First Cycle of Immanis of Winter,
Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum
Cold. Freezing really. That was the best way to describe the feeling of Jaedaxia during Immanis, certainly not helped by the fact that Alexander was probably once of the worst people in the entire city when it came to adhearing to a stable sleep schedule. This Brightening, or rather still several candlemarks before Dawn, the cold was quite noticable... well, it would have been if he hadn't already been wandering around the city for nearly two candlemarks, he couldn't even feel the temperature anymore, his only reminder was the slight billow of his breath as it turned to vapor before him in the pre-dawn twilight. With his cloak drawn tight around him, holding in just enough warmth to stave off any major decrease in body temperature for at least another candlemark or two.
It was during this wandering that a tremor hit the city, startling him quite a bit and nearly tripping him. It was by pure luck that he was close enough to the wall of a shop to catch himself before dashing his skull against it. Within the candlemark it seemed that everyone was speculating on what had happened, Alexander had even heard one very drunk looking man say something about large rocks falling from the sky, but it didn't take long for people to start hearing what had really happened. It was several candlemarks after Dawn, and many short conversations, later that Alexander had finally managed to get ahold of a copy of the Libertas and confirm, in a manner of speaking, many of the rumors he'd been hearing. His mind started spinning ideas in that same moment,
This could be a great boon to Alchemical research... a creature such as that, with such potent organs... but that wish, it could be used to accomplish so much. No, I won't be killing one of those things merely for their heart, but should I find one... then I certainly won't turn down the oppurtunity to study such a creature.
With a bare and rushed breakfast of some bread and cheese, Alexander was already set on his way towards the coast, rapier on his hip, dagger tucked in its sheath and his satchel bulging with a full complement of as many tools and supplies as he could carry.