Heinrich woke up from his sleep, mumbling. Tossing aside his blankets and throwing on something else to warm himself up, he opened a curtain and saw darkness. Giving a scratch to the side of his face a giving himself a "Oh shit.", he quickly grabbed his phone and checked the date. Realizing what it was and scratching his face again, he quickly threw on his Royal Guard officer coat (for arctic conditions), black snow pants, goggles, and gloves, he collected the items he needed for a cold day that was yet to come.
Once he reached outside, he suddenly felt a harsh, cold, breeze that made him shiver to his bones. He pulled down his goggles to cover his eyes and the mask to cover his mask that was in his coat, and tried to walk in the harsh southern breeze. Walking was a pain, he kept swaying or moving to the left or to the right whenever the wind began change direction. Finally, he had reached his destination: a small coffee shop near the outskirts of the small town. "Jonathan! How are you?", Heinrich spoke out to the young brunette man behind the counter who only responded with a firm, short nod. "You know what I want do you? The black coffee. Same as always." Jonathan gave another nod.
Coffee would be important, after all, staying warm in Sturmende was important, it was the southern most town in all of Foxtrove, and in this time of year, it would be the coldest. The polar night started, and the sun would not appear for around 6 months.
OOC-If anyone wants to join, then go ahead so as ambassadors, immigrants, tourists and the like.