003 ♖ [VIDEO] | Seelie
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[Castle had hoped that his last visit to Caer Glaem would be when he'd flown in on the magic carpet to rescue Pod, but he found himself back there again in order to tie up a few loose ends. The place definitely looks worse for wear, but it's still standing. The remainder of his possessions are still in one piece. His plan was to pack them and head back to Treun.
Then the cold hit and he was forced to spend a few weeks at Glaem, much to his dismay. He was coming to like Treun more and more because it was out of the way of the war and most people didn't pay him any mind. They were neither trying to recruit him, nor kill him and Castle liked that.
Being a lifelong New Yorker, Castle thought he might be able to help with the massive piles of snow that had sprung up around Glaem. Snow was pretty much a way of life in NYC in the winter. However, Castle hadn't had to do much actual shoveling of it in a while. He lived in a penthouse and his car, when he used it, was parked in a garage.
So Castle finds that he's pretty exhausted after clearing even a small path outside in the courtyard at Glaem. He begrudgingly reminds himself that he's getting up in years. Plus, the cold is brutal. Seriously, it's like Antarctica out here. He sticks his shovel in a pile of snow and pauses to catch his breath. It only takes a few moments of standing still before he notices that his feet are frozen to the ground.
He tries to wrench them out, but his boots are frozen solid. Not only that, his actual feet seem stuck in the shoes too.
This is a problem.
Castle quickly turns on his locket and sends out a desperate message.]
Uh... anyone near the courtyard at Caer Glaem? A little help?
[He flashes the locket down to where his feet are stuck to the ground, showing that trying to pull them up is completely useless. And now he can feel the cold start creeping up his legs, again freezing him in place. Shoveling the courtyard has suddenly become a very bad idea.]
Then the cold hit and he was forced to spend a few weeks at Glaem, much to his dismay. He was coming to like Treun more and more because it was out of the way of the war and most people didn't pay him any mind. They were neither trying to recruit him, nor kill him and Castle liked that.
Being a lifelong New Yorker, Castle thought he might be able to help with the massive piles of snow that had sprung up around Glaem. Snow was pretty much a way of life in NYC in the winter. However, Castle hadn't had to do much actual shoveling of it in a while. He lived in a penthouse and his car, when he used it, was parked in a garage.
So Castle finds that he's pretty exhausted after clearing even a small path outside in the courtyard at Glaem. He begrudgingly reminds himself that he's getting up in years. Plus, the cold is brutal. Seriously, it's like Antarctica out here. He sticks his shovel in a pile of snow and pauses to catch his breath. It only takes a few moments of standing still before he notices that his feet are frozen to the ground.
He tries to wrench them out, but his boots are frozen solid. Not only that, his actual feet seem stuck in the shoes too.
This is a problem.
Castle quickly turns on his locket and sends out a desperate message.]
Uh... anyone near the courtyard at Caer Glaem? A little help?
[He flashes the locket down to where his feet are stuck to the ground, showing that trying to pull them up is completely useless. And now he can feel the cold start creeping up his legs, again freezing him in place. Shoveling the courtyard has suddenly become a very bad idea.]