"... In Rome, do what the Romans do... Better still, In the mansion, do what the maids do."—Lizabeth.
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Vlad Valatch stood on the balcony, his hands gripping tightly on the rails, which had been layered with snow, and the cold, far from bearable. Tho, this exactly was what fit him the best.
He had loosened the blindfold to clearly see the environment from up above, all which was covered in, and with snow.
The cold tickled his skin, without causing a flu. He could stand for as long as eternity could count, listening to the whistling of the winter's breeze.
His eyes opened at intervals, with a slow speech he said, carried into the wind, "I know about the darkness which persists before time, I have seen kingdoms rise and fall—perish at the feets of ignorance.
"I've witnessed the rise of the age of Dragons, their fiery wrath.... I understand the tongues which they speak.
