Winter was coming, and quite a fierce one she was.
January 10th.
The winds howled with snowy balls of frost slamming down the icy grounds.
The trees were no longer green, but bare and covered with blankets of white.
In the Baymardians prisons, several people seemed extremely relaxed these days, as if sensing their freedom was much more closer than anyone expected.
They smiled and teased their cellmates and guards day and night, always in a good mood no matter the circumstances.
What's going on? Why the merry state?
Try as they might, several people couldn't wrap their heads around why people like Whitebeard, Red Beard, the Baker and many others were in a good mood.
But it wasn't just them. For you see, scattered around the many parts of Baymard, several others also chuckled in their apartment and hotel rooms when staring at the letters in their hands.
