{Why did the gods abandon us? I will tell you. They got tired of sleeplessness.}
….
It was two days later and it was drizzling, the rain water wetting Fryssel's hair and dripping down his face till it soaked his shirt. It wasn't cold but it wasn't the warmest either. Staying in Dydil might have robbed him of the senses of cold.
He sighed, his breath fogging in front of him, and walked down the street. Most people had taken shelter from the rain but a few still walked about, carrying things without a care of the cold and rain.
Fryssel hastened up, his feet splashing muddy water as he stomped through the street till he came to a large building. This was the Administrator building of Shokhi. This building had left a deep impression on him the last time they'd come here.
