Summary: It’s been two years since The Breach was closed. While everyone else seems to have moved forward, however, Alin Lavellan feels frozen in time, his heart as cold as the winter snow.
The weeks passed by.
Very little changed. The snow fell heavier one day, lighter the next. The sky would clear for three days straight, only to be heavy with clouds the following morning. Gradually, though, the temperature began to rise. Green things began to bloom in the garden. The great hall was rarely empty, even between meals, people chatting or drinking or playing card games. Cullen had the newest recruits clear the training yards, and soon the sounds of clashing swords and butting shields rang out in the outer courtyard once again.
Delicious Fish 