Kasuto was busy, despite the freezing weather. People were up and awake, walking along the main road, carrying carts and baskets and bags. Everyone was engaged in the business of a new morning before the daylight had even completely risen. The city was lit mostly with lamps, both indoors and lining the street. Acacia and Durheim drew long looks from passersby. Acacia couldn't blame them. In a place like this, anyone and everyone will look on outsiders with distrust. It would be hard to look more foreign than they did, a Stalfos and a wannabe witch, one dressed like a sorceress and the other under so many layers he looked like something of a walking comforter set. Acacia kicked at the packed dirt that made up the town's roads with scuffed boots, kicking up small clouds of dust and dirt. The morning sun that shone down at a slant hurt Acacia's eyes. She pulled her hood low over her eyes, wiping at her blurry vision. Despite her layers and layers, Acacia was still freezing - her experiments with black magic left her with a weak constitution and nearly no natural protection from harsh weather. She had insisted on purchasing a map from a vendor near the town’s center. It wasn’t that Acacia doubted Durheim’s memory of the village, certainly not. What she did doubt, however, was the idea that Kasuto would not have changed drastically since the last time he was alive within Kasuto’s walls. And so, with her nose pressed into a crinkled cloth map, Acacia navigated through the town’s streets with an occasional correction from Durheim here and a snappy remark in response there. Today was the day Acacia had been working towards: her arrival at the village of Kasuto. It was certainly a welcome change from her time out in the harsh Hyrule wilderness, forbidden dungeons, or even the town which she used to call home. She had her staff slung over her back, and a large sidebag over her shoulder. She certainly looked like a magician with all the knicks and knacks she had on her person, which was only reinforced by the fact that she was indeed a magician. Kasuto lacked the glitz and polish Acacia had been expecting. Its houses were cold, its ground was cold, its denizens were cold, but they sure had some hair on their chests. She couldn’t help but appreciate the the independent, free nature of the bustling town. ...Even if she hated being here. It was cold out, her feet hurt, and she kept reminding Durheim that she swore her fingers were turning purple from the cold. Acacia grumbled, coughing hard into her sleeve. “Either we find a good place to stop and rest, or one of both of us learns very quickly how to reanimate my corpse after I freeze to death so that we can keep moving. I can hardly remember why we're even here in the first place. That's how cold it is.” It was, like, forty degrees Fahrenheit, and Acacia was completely overreacting. "And that's not hyperbole."