Falls of the Hinterlands the card games and ease

Snow drifted down that afternoon, painted everything in a fresh layer of white. Patroclus even found himself dusted in the fine powder. The top of his coat now lightened up with the dusting. It did not help that he did not move. Comfortably perched upon a rock near the riverbank. The stone slabs were perfect for him to lounge upon.

Yet he felt awfully lonely out here away from his newfound place. Perhaps he could summon some company.

Softly he released a little call. Not one of alarm or demand. A simple open ended greeting for any who might listen.