Nice to meet you

It was a new day in the Hallows. Memento Mori rose and gathered her companions Jacques and Rein. There were no special plans for the day but the three of them would face it together. The cold was a bit unpleasant, however. The scars of Meme's and Jacques' body aches and hurt.

"I'm getting too old for this going out in the snow shit." Jacques grumbled. "We're around the same age, Jacques, and not even middle aged yet! We can beat this." The woman stuck her tongue out at the jackal. "I bet you're just ready to retire."

A calm arose, a call for her, and Meme furrowed her brow. She didn't recognize the voice. "You going to answer them?" Rein asked. Memento Mori nodded. Yeah, she was.

Leading the trio onward they made their way to the start plains. A man was waiting for them. Memento Mori tilted her head to him. "Hello there, you were looking for me?" She asked.