The weather these past two years had certainly been unusual. The Northern Territory, despite being in the north, usually saw its first snow and the start of winter around November or December.
But the preceding months of July and August were typically filled with beautiful sunny days, where one could head to the tavern for a glass of vodka wearing just a short linen shirt.
But now in the Northern Territory, snowflakes continued to fall incessantly, whipped into swirling torrents by the wind, covering the houses and the land in a thick, white blanket.
Beside High Cliff Castle was a small river, no more than six fathoms wide and one fathom deep, yet a certain someone had grandly named it the Bengyong River.
In the opinion of the vast majority of High Cliff Castle's people, the river was neither rushing nor surging, so why call it the Bengyong River?
