All Hands On Deck

The snow was thick and Carthage found it a pleasant work out to trudge through it and explore some other, more distant areas around Erovrare. The winter was harsh on the southern region, something he'd hardly expected but had to deal with. This new place was weird, albeit expansive, and Carthage was having trouble settling in. He missed home, but he wasn't about to be the one to say it. Home was destroyed with famine and hunger, there wasn't nothing left to miss. He'd been too busy trying to figure out what Hannibal's plans were to really focus on settling in here, so it'd taken him some time. Finally maybe he was starting to come around, but he needed a bit more time. He'd only just settled into his role as Infantry Officer and he needed time to prove himself to get that rise in rank Tyranis had mentioned. For some reason, he sought it with as little help from Hannibal as possible. He wanted to make his own name instead of following in the footsteps of his brother. He would rise to glory and one day, Carthage wouldn't need Hannibal. One day.

He found himself moving his way towards a sound, something he couldn't quite make out or pick up a scent for in all the fresh snow. Once he'd gotten closer, he saw another trudging through just as he was, although he couldn't hear him muttering to himself. Carthage smiled, a slight laugh leaking through, but he was much to far to be heard. He strode closer, pushing himself through the dense snow, towards the male yet paused again some distance away. "Trouble in paradise?" He sneered, a playful look tugging on his face as he watched the male struggle in the snow.