Chapter 1538 - Where Art The Fire - Part 3

Oliver was able to move unmolested, admiring the whiteness of Solgrim, so stained by snow. The signs of the battle that had been fought there seemed so utterly vanished with the help that the Gods had provided in terms of the weather. They had done their own work, in terms of repairs, and in the new houses that had been put up to accommodate the new residences, but one could tell at a single glance what was new and what was old, even with the greatest efforts being made to keep everything of the same style. The wintery weather unified that.