Adùir calling me

Where Winter is Eternal, I sound the horn in memory of my fallen brothers in the Roots of Adùir.

Melancholy disguised as cold accompanies me on the hunt, and yet, when I draw my crossbow,

I become the light in the midst of the dark storm... Why?
And then, a solitary, unfrozen bath, a strange sensation in the midst of the snowy landscape that surrounds me... Tranquillity.

I get out, dry myself, get dressed, and walk to the tavern with you, my friends, my fellow adventurers. A surge of joy fills my chest.

A beer in hand, I celebrate being alive for another day.

Thank you for this warmth when darkness and cold stalk my heart. Thank you.