as you walk around the castle, the temperature drops. it's the middle of summer, but you can see your own breath. you know this must be Avalon's doing. he storms into the castle from the training grounds. frost forming on every footstep. he seems to be using his anger as a heat source to match such a bitter cold. no one is to disturb me! i order for no one to follow me into my sudy! he slams his study doors