An almost beautiful fog of breath blew out in front of Dagramir's shadowed features. A plume of misty smoke that denoted the season of winter was very much upon the fair town of Bree, if it had not already arrived. He was not one to keep up with the calender, however, he welcomed the new nip to his fingers like an old friend.
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