[center][h2]Torsten[/h2][/center]

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"Many things hide in winter, not just death. Humans are a vibrant thing, a diverse thing, to some, winter is death, but some winter is just another moment in time." he pulled out a small blueberry from his pouch and popped it into his mouth, "Many things grow in winter, even under snow." There were a few different things he could have pulled out, but he smiled a bit, "Winter is a beautiful time, full of life; just as much as winter, things thrive and enjoy their lives in the snow, in the ice, and the frozen wastes and tundras. Same as the desolation of sands, or mountains, life finds a way to live and to thrive. Growing from just small creatures to giants. It is all a matter of how things live, not where."

He slowly relaxed back into chair as he looked back at the man in front of him, "But what you say with venom can have merit, what if they survived, why could they not, to exterminate is nearly impossible. It is doable, but typically something goes through the fingers of lady fate in the works. The ruins may look desolate and abandoned but those from long ago may endure today. We will just have to judge and see. I also assume that should that be the case, there is a tradition to how things are done." his eyes raised in an inquisitive way towards Doran. 

"If so... what is it? Should we find those who have endured what is the priority, what is to be done with them, I know many here walk from all walks of life, should personal interest take into affect, or should duty to something higher?"