Hanz sits outside... waiting. He had requested a member of the silver hand come to the stronghold. "Hopefully he would arrive soon." States Hanz. He jingles his coin pouch hoping he has enough. "Welp, it cost me a tower to buy it in the first place, maybe if I am lucky it will cost less."
He sighs, adjusts his armor and make himself comfortable. Upon situating himself, it immediately starts raining. Hanz is not pleased.
