Chapter Eight: Cold ComfortDerek shivered. The main hall was freezing. It was a large space and it had been several days since there had been any firewood at all. He was holding off on burning what was left of the furniture until it got really chilly in hope that the Guild would make enough money to pay off its debts before then. It was times like this that he missed the pig sheds. Not only were buildings that housed several dozen swine warmer than this because they were basically self-heating, they also smelt better. The only adventurer he had managed to hire out recently was Freemonte and hire out was probably wrong term for that. It was a two-fold problem he was facing and it was difficult to get a sense of which bit was the more pressing issue. He was suffering from two things: a sever
