Eiran sits in the windowed alcove, gazing out at the abandoned village beneath the palace with an emotionless face. He could barely remember the days when the town was a busy centre of trade and industry, now just a slowly disintegrating mess of snowy ruins. He sighs, knowing it was all his fault, the result of his rude behaviour towards a witch when he was young.. He looks over at you, as cold as ever.

"Grab my coat. I wish to go for a walk around the grounds."