He was in a soft bed, his head laid on down pillows, and he was wrapped up in a heavy swathe of blankets. The air around his exposed face told him the room was cold, but it just made him feel all the cosier snuggled up as he was. The bedroom was much smaller than the last one he had slept in, with rough plaster walls, bare floorboards and mismatched wooden furniture, but it was homely and comfortable and he felt safe here. Getting up, he dressed quickly, jogging on the spot to warm himself up. Spring was cold and summer came late this far north. The bar of the tavern was no less dark in the morning than it had been the night before. The small, dirty windows let in dull shafts of light, but were no brighter than the oil lamps had been. The customers were smoking, talking, eating and drinking as they had been all night; the time of day seemed to have little bearing on life in the storyhouse. Groach looked around for Draegar, but the Parsinor was nowhere to be seen.
What do You think about The Harvest Tide Project (2012)?
