The cold came first, inching in over her consciousness like barbs sprouting out of the floor and air to seep into her skin. Thoughts came next, simple at first. What happened? Why? Her eyes flickered open to reveal the blurry white of snow and the grey of the road beneath it. Slowly, her glassy stare registered the wreckage around her too. She came to slowly. Recognising the deathly shiver running through her body. She mu...

Tyfiyah strode swiftly through the streets of Væringardt. Now at last settled in the Northern capital, she’d finally been able to see to her affairs and gather information about her would-be protector, Mors Karrig. After learning the location of The Green Lord, an inn and public house in a rough quarter of the city, she’d made up her mind to make an appearance to present him with a personal summons. If she’d let herself f...