Winter looked on in horror, the city bustling of markets (and more recently war) was deathly quiet. It seemed everyday he hated this place more and more. Everyone here was mad, worse by far than the armies of frost giants he had fought long ago. How he wished for those days! He worried that this land would one day bring him madness. But that was a worry for another day. He had to make sure his cousins were alright. After that, vengeance.