The sun finally rises over Eisgir, on a clear and frozen morning in late winter. The great cathedral of Päkkaan throws a long shadow across the city, and the streets are getting busy as furdealers, tavernkeepers, toothcarvers and others open shop.
Gerald Longhouse wakes up in his cheap room at The Old Bear inn. He was laid off the day before, his employers cut down on protection due to the lack of danger. He'll have to find a new job today.
Gregor Polzin feels the musty scent of ale from The Old Bear as he walks past in the snow outside. But he's loath to spend his last coin on such luxury.
Nisos Bronzetongue glances down at the dirty beggar in the street, from the upper floor of The Old Bear. There aren't many mages in Eisgir, but there isn't much demand for them either. He has to get a job soon, or end up like the poor sod outside.
Adarim crosses the bridge over the frozen Eis river, having arrived in Eisgir just this morning. He's had a rough night. One of the more persistent bounty hunters caught up with him in the wilderness. Though Adarim prevailed, the feeling that he will always be hunted remains. He's already at the end of the world - where can he run from here? But now there's an inn up ahead. The Old Bear.
Saucix Leileif is still sleeping in his cell at the monastery of Päkkaan. And dreaming.
Saucix flies high over Eisgir. All the great buildings look tiny from up here. He heads north, and travels high above the wilderness. For a moment, he spots a huge white animal making its way through the snow. Soon he sees a large rocky outcropping. He flies down towards it. Some of the snow covering near the ground has been removed, and in the side of the rock is a large stone door. He hears the drip of melting ice.
Then there is a great fire that consumes everything
and Saucix wakes up.