He found that the ocean’s breeze often helped clear his mind. From atop the crumbling sea wall, his eyes could see almost 60 leagues; if he closed them and stretched his senses towards the horizon, he could feel the swell of the water’s current uncountable lengths distant, the parts of the ocean where the ancient things lived. And beyond that… that was where uncertainty lay.
Despite all his years of studying, there as still much he did not know. He did not know how large the world was. He did not know who Precidil’s parents were. He did not know the race which first built these ancient castles that their kingdom dwelt upon. All of these, he was comfortable not knowing… but if he could stretch his knowledge, even if only an inch, there was very little he would not do to know more about the Cold.
The Cold was maddeningly evasive and vanishingly difficult to study – whether its nature was magical or mundane, affliction or attitude, was not known. There