Liam Knightly
Liam stepped inside and shook his hair. A light snow was falling outside, and the whole city seemed even more gloomy and dark than usual. On top of that, the snow had sent most of the vendors home, and Liam's small package was the only product of an entire day spent searching for food. As the heavy wooden door closed, Tess came up with her arms open, ready to help with what she was expecting to be bundles of treats. She tried to hide her disappointment at the small brown bag and took it from Liam's arms.
"Sorry, Tess," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair, "no one wants to sell in the snow, and those who did were charging ridiculous prices because of their sacrifice. This will be okay, right? Celeste went out, too, maybe she's had better luck than me."
"Maybe," Tess answered, already ripping the paper to see what Liam had brought as she moved towards the kitchen.
"Food's here," Liam called up the stairs, waiting for the footsteps that would soon start making their way to the kitchen.

