Frosty cold as always stood in the winter forest. The fairies and elves worked at their specialties, while Lord Milory watched from the balcony of his chambers. He breathed in the cold air and his snowy owl flew up and sat next to the balcony. "Well...time for a morning area inspection," the elf pronounced, and slipping his cloak over his shoulders, he hopped on the owl, patting the bird on the neck to get it to take off.