[ Ezio and his Mediterranean constitution is not suited to the harsh, perpetual winter, but he's certainly dressed well enough for it. That's only a small mercy -- all the layers of leather and cloth won't keep him from freezing to death when he's out here for hours upon hours, and that's why he's intended to make his forays into the frozen wastes last as little as possible. Surveying what little of the town is available proves the biggest challenge, the crumbling structures offering poor handholds and even shiftier foundations on which to perch for a proper view. He thought to cross over the heaped snowbanks closing them off from the world beyond, but decided against chancing it. Not while his supplies are so limited, while he still has so little information to go off of now.

The setting sun is what has brought him to this ginger Brit's temporary residence, shaking the snow from his boots, from his shoulders. He pauses at the address, leaning around the small entryway to see the man at his work. Ah. Whoops, but sorry, friend, he's not about to go out when his weird glass artifact is firmly telling him to get inside. ]

Mi scusi, I did not realize anyone was here. It is not my intent to put you out, I have no desire to freeze to death in the dark.