The winter of the North Territory is always exceptionally long. By the end of February, spiraling snow and whooping winds show no sign of reducing, with the much-anticipated spring nowhere in sight.
Ice Rock City, at the city gate.
"Colin, I'll see you off here," Kaitlin hugged her little brother, straightened his shirt collar and instructed, "Make sure you visit me in Fallen Eagle City when you have time!"
"Certainly, certainly." Colin nodded with a grin, "Take care on your journey."
Knight Walra gave a formal salute to Colin, "Don't worry, my lord. I'll protect Kaitlin. And, I'll convey your words faithfully to my father!"
"Good. Make sure the Count knows of my goodwill. The friendship between the Angler family and the Uman Clan will last forever!" Colin spoke gravely.
"Yes!"
Both exchanged a knowing look and then waved their goodbyes.
After seeing off Walra and his wife, Colin returned to the castle. Before he could sit down for a rest, his butler, Emon, hurried over.
