Alek shuffled through the snow, cloak cinched tightly and hood pulled over his eyes. He was going to have to go south again, and that reality had him wandering rather aimlessly today, thoughts spiraling into funnels of misery. He shouldn't have even been out here now, but he was too antsy to stay cooped up inside. Just a little walk into town. It would clear his head, eventually.
Under the cloak, he rested his hand on the dagger Leten had loaned him. If anyone threatened him, he would be more likely to injure himself than his attacker. Still, it brought him some comfort and he straightened up a bit and paused, lifting the hem of his hood and looking around.