After the moon elf departs, Theodorick grabs his gear and bids Kythor a good evening and safe travels. He mentions that one of the folk of Good Mead mentioned that they may have work for him here within the milita.

The busting of then hall dies down as the evening grows later. Still there is murmuring of the new moon tomorrow night and the impending sacrifice of warmth to try to placate the Goddess of winter. Some do talk of some of the other towns having lotteries for people to be sent out to the cold, or other places leaving food as their offering.

Morning comes in the usual bleak darkness that holds till near mid-day. Already the town is busy trying to prepare for tonight. Most are trying to keep windows shuttered and even less opening of their doors. The attendant of the mead hall is busy in the apiary between harvest of honey and ensuring the survival of their lively hood. Breakfast is available for two silver, seared knucklehead trout with fresh bread seems to be the most available meal.