Winter 1097 SR
Danica rubbed her hands. The winter winds had brought ice and snow, blanketing the land with white. For all its majesty, the sea remained unfrozen, but the waves grew in intensity as the season wore on. With the ship traffic dwindling, the activity at the docks ground to a halt.
Aboard the Lydia, however, signs of activity remained. The mainmast had been rigged fore and aft, the guard rails raised, but the work on elevating the aft deck was progressing slowly, hampered by the frigid temperatures. Around them floated all sorts of ships, battened down against the weather in an effort to wait out the cold, their crews crowding the taverns of Korvoran. Sister Grazynia strolled across the deck, her face barely visible beneath her thick hooded cloak.
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