Atop one of the highest towers in the Frost Walker fortress, Lord Ritchel stood with Nyrielle, Ashlynn, and Heila as they looked out across the High Pass. Clouds had rolled in obscuring much of the land beneath a white, fluffy blanket that glowed under the light of countless stars. Every now and then, the peaks of six nearby mountains could be seen above the clouds, covered in snow and shining in the night.
"You didn't leave me with much pride in front of my people during this visit, Lady Nyrielle," Ritchel said, sipping from a cup of strong chilled wine as he stared out into the night. "My people feel like they have been trampled by the Vale of Mists."
