XLVIII
A dash of snow and chills to whittle away at these old bones. But not enough to wish for sand and African heat to take their place. No matter how bothersome charting a course 'round these little snowdrifts may get.
T'is but one reason I am glad to have my crutch staff back. My thanks, Sir Jing.
Do introduce thyself, young lady. It hath been moons since Vri-Eksi saw a third occupant.