With the eyes of the entire great hall seeming to have gathered on Ian Hanrahan's shoulders, the portly baron carefully adjusted his perspective glass, panning it over the city and beyond the walls, carefully following the chain of landmarks between the walls and the wilderness so he didn't get lost in the endless fields of white while he brought the 'fire serpent' into focus.
When he finally spotted it, however, his entire body froze as if it had been encased in the very same ice that covered the minor streams that flowed into the valley to fill the great lake. For three heartbeats and then three more, he couldn't even speak as he slowly moved his vision from one horror to the next before a single word finally tumbled from his lips.
