He had just recently purchased and set up a tattoo shop in the outskirts of Hosenka, but had put his business on hold just so he could venture out to the ominous Mt. Hakobe once he heard a fascinating story from Clementine. A "guild mark" as she called it—a tattoo given to a people who join a "guild." The way it twisted and turned, and how its lines were interwoven over one circular shape—Fane almost couldn't sit still while thinking about it. More importantly, he wanted one of his own, which eventually led him here. It was absolutely rivetting to think about getting his very own guild tattoo, despite not knowing what a guild really was, but the one thing that the wonderful Clementine failed to mention. . .
"hAhaha! This place is ridiculously cold! I can't feel my fingers." Fane laughed at himself, although the grin stretching his lips didn't match the dread capturing his expression. He had been walking up the mountain for quite some time now. He was wearing a thick, forest green parka jacket and some hiking boots to compliment. On his back was a large cargo backpack. These sorts of bags tended to have a lot of pockets and spaces, and Fane seemed to have made use of each one of them. Not only was it heavy, but the tools inside demanded additional caution when considering their fragility. In his left hand was another, smaller bag, also heavy and full of pockets. As far as he was concerned, these bags consisted of every item he owned.
Needless to say, the mountain stopped rising at some point. It had to. Nearing its peak, Fane could see his destination in the distance if not only because it was the only destination there was to arrive to. The entire time he walked up Mt. Hakobe, his cheeks were hot and pink with both the chill of the perpetual winter and excitement that kept his body acquiver with anticipation. His entire countenance was captured with a wide smile and sharp, green eyes. After all, every time he stepped closer to the castle, he felt closer to the tattoo he was dying to get. He almost couldn't keep himself together while thinking about it!
Thick, heavy wooden slid open with a sound similar to a pig's dying croak. It was a piercing, unpleasant sound that welcomed Fane into a fortress consumed by darkness. Instantly, his smile disappeared and was replaced with this unimpressed, bewildered expression as he looked around. To his left was empty space he could only see because of the light outside, and to his right was more darkness.
No one's... here? Fane thought to himself. Well, that's how it looked, anyway. He wondered if this was the place that Clementine had mentioned, but what else could there be so high up on this mountain? The stranger didn't mind scaling Mt. Hakobe even further, but as he turned around to look at the snowing skies behind him, he grimaced wryly. "Ah." Fane snickered, "Well, pardon the intrusioooon. . ." Placing his bag on the ground for only a moment, he pushed the door shut to not invite any more of the mountain's chill inside. But now he could hardly see.
"Ehhh. . . Helloooo?"