Northstar Vale drenched Mads, tear in eyes Mads, drinking hard Mads, naked Mads in freeze

@Andromaque we r almost there!!

It is the time of mid-eve;
Andraste ruminates, as she has become so wont to do; treading the fraying halls of the vale's hinters as she now refrains from meandering on those frequent outings. Recently returned with the seaflare from the spire of dome'd thunder; for now, there is no certain inkling of any single thing within her sunknived mind. It is a quiet eve, a listless eve; does not waver over the genres of nomads, gangling creatures, or those yet left behind.

For now, the Court is able to be at peace  (famine besides).