2 hours later
In due time, Norva made it to the village in question, Frostfire Village. He looked around. The people there were dressed in heavy clothing, yet they seemed so frail and scrawny under all of that animal skin. Norva walked into the village, a few villagers shooting odd looks at him. It most likely did seem strange for a man fully covered in nothing but armor to be walking around such a cold place. Norva moved passed the odd looks and made his way to the largest hut of the village, where his client would most likely be.
Norva walked through the door to find a woman adorned in tribal wear, sitting at a fire in the center of the hut. She couldn't have been any older than 40 years, probably because surviving passed that in this environment would be close to impossible. The woman looked up at him with slightly wrinkled eyes and motioned for him to sit down.