'Tis the season, after all! On the shores of the Pebbled Sea, Longnight approaches, and on the longest night of the year all fires will be doused. The devout will pray for the sun to rise. Others will drink until it does, especially among the nobility. The crops have been harvested and the Citadel buzzes with pomp and circumstance, parties and politics.
...For Tomorrow Ye Die
"When the century turns, the sea will rise and swallow the city." Many believe the prophecy. Those who give it no credence feel a shiver of fear... or is that simply the excitement of a new year?