In the midst of the snowy forever-winter of Snezhnaya, Tartaglia stood atop the balcony of his quarters within his wing of Zapolyarny Palace. His red scarf blew in the piercingly chilly wind, as he gazed over the villages scattered about the frozen-over hills.

This was a moment in time where it seemed every single Harbinger was stationed in the motherland, and it somewhat excited Tartaglia. There was more of a chance to see one of them in action, however..

It also brought trepidation that he'd be forced to listen to one of Regrator's rants again.

Nevertheless! He set out from his wing, and decided to go exploring amongst the Palace.