A frigid, constant wind works its way around and through the fortress. It whistles down narrow passages, shrieks like metal scratching glass, or moans low and long. From somewhere in the fortress, the icy glass of windchimes rings faintly.
A frigid, constant wind works its way around and through the fortress. It whistles down narrow passages, shrieks like metal scratching glass, or moans low and long. From somewhere in the fortress, the icy glass of windchimes rings faintly.