Wyntertide

Sir Veronal Slickstone is dead and Rotherweird has resumed its abnormal normality, but someone is playing a very long game. Omens multiply: a funeral delivers a cryptic warning, an ancient portrait speaks, the Herald disappears, and democracy threatens the uneasy covenant between town and countryside. Geryon Wynter's plot, five centuries in the making, is moving toward the Winter Solstice.