DAII The coatWinter has struck the free marches, carrying snow and ice across the sea and right into Kirkwall. As usual with the change of season, work is slow; people tend to stay indoors when there is a chance of your face being impaled by a well-placed ice cycle.
Yet who could think of the weather when your snuggled up by the fire with an ex-slave, reading one of his favorite books. By reading, I mean him staring at it like he wished it to burst into flames. I leaned back, curling my arms around his waist while pulling him further against my chest. He grumbled, getting comfortable.
"Venhedis I can't understand any of this, Garrett."