Thorfinn was used to the snow, it had never bothered him much having spent his earlier years in Iceland* he was okay with it but he knew to fear it. It was when he found his way into the church that his eyes went wide. Sure, he had seen churches before but stained glass always seemed to amaze him. He was still a little out of it from what had happened before he arrived so he sat on one of the pews his mind idly wondering why people cling to such places. His gods seemed much easier to please.

Having heard a noise he turned fast, snarling as he grabbed for his knives... before remembering they were gone.