Sascha had been sitting curled up by the fire for hours and hours. Both unwilling and unmotivated to move a single inch. His body was shaking slightly from whatever this sickness was that had attacked him and even though it was quite some time ago he had eaten anything he still didn't feel at all hungry, not even thirsty which indeed was strange. He had lost weight and also actually seamed to have gotten paler from whatever this curse was. It felt like it was sucking every single drop of energy out of him and no matter how tired he felt he didn't really find any interest in sleeping either which is why he had just been sitting here. How long he didn't know and neither did he care; the warm fire was all he wanted right now but even it didn't seam to warm up his still cold skin.
The drink the bartender had treated him with earlier stood untouched next to him still. Probably luke warm by now after standing in the light of the fire for so long. The pearls of water that had been on the surface of the glass had long dissipated.
As someone sat down next to him he would have jumped but the energy for even that was nowhere to be found. Instead he managed to slightly turn his head to look at the woman next to him. The light from the fire dancing on the white hair she owned and even though she seamed to be chilled to the bone it made him happy to notice that at least she wasn't sick. It felt incredibly hard to open his mouth but still that he did to greet her.
"Please, make yourself comfortable. I am Sascha, who might you be?" He asked with a slight gravel in his voice which indicated that he hadn't spoken in quite some time. After all it took a lot out of the technically hungry Sascha to form words and yet he spoke when spoken to and even tried out to give here a shivering but friendly smile.
SASCHA
"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
