Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170702143317/@comment-5583506-20170707170201

Torbjorn seemed to like the lad more for each moment. "Coldest winter that comes to mind was when I was spitting out some really bad mead and the drip literally froze into a chip of ice before my very eyes. I even remember my mother telling me when I was little that I wasn't allowed to leave the cottage for a week. Not because of the deadly cold, mind you, but because if I so much as opened the door we wouldn't be able to close it again due to the mass of snow reaching all the way up to the edge of our roof."