The storm had ebbed to nothingness, now the silence was as pure as the wintry blanket outside.
Every creature was sheltering, the birds had either flown south or had better things to do than sing, and there wasn't another human for miles.
When his ears became more accustomed to the lack of sound he thought he could hear the tinkle of the brook that was partially iced over, but other than that only his rhythmic breathing brokered the air.
" Good Morning, Sir," When of the men bowed for him and adjusted his posture again.
White walked in after nodding towards him.
All the reasons not to do this come flooding in, as if his body's chemistry just sent them a blanket invitation.
He can't back down, he owes Jayvyn.
" Where is he?" White asked the men who were standing in front of his
