He was sitting against the outer wall of the keep. Silent. Immobile.
He barely felt the temperature, or the snow slowly gathering over him.
Shapes moved in front of him. Voices… muffled around him.
There were talking to him, but he couldn’t hear.
All, save for one.
He shouldn’t have waited so long to set out when Cap did not report to the guild for weeks.
He shouldn’t have gone alone, and wasted time in fruitless wandering.
He should have waited for Tove.
He should have returned to the guild sooner.
He should have urged them to get there faster.
Ironwood was gone.
And it was his fault.