[Those just arriving from Château Ambregris will open their eyes to find a not-quite-familiar garden, like having their backyard shifted five paces to the left and several hundred years from its last season. There’s a chill in the air, even colder than the castle you just left where the drafts were beginning to bite, where the nights were getting longer – a light snowfall has blanketed you while you were lying here.

Yes, you are here, and you are slightly moist and slightly frosted in equal measure.

There is a familiar gardener’s cottage surrounded by other, somewhat less familiar cottages, and perhaps some familiar faces as well. However, there is no castle to be seen. Are you free of that cursed edifice in death? Well… not quite.]