"Flowers for old friends, and departed lovers." "Samuel. Callista. Teague." "...Jessamine. My beloved Jessamine."

"...Then I button my overcoat, smoke my cigar, and begin my day with her heart in tow." "Seasons change. The years come and go." "...I am growing old."

I'm too old for jubilee. Perhaps my daughter would interest you.

"I've hit my alcohol limit. Thus begins the slow stumble up the stairwell."

"Cold."

"An early sun. Which means I'll have to work rather early."

"Sick of interviews. The same story, over and over."

"This settles it. I loathe boats."

"Darkness grows in every corner."

"She knows enough."

"I'm too old for gossip. Please, leave me be."

"The world asks if I've mourned enough, and I say that I have not. I haven't even begun to mourn."

"I am still a fool of a man that sleeps with an empty shell of a heart to his side. Hoping. Praying to hear her."

Winter comes.

"A decent, interesting night with the new recruits in the guard. Good kids. Tough women inspired by Alexi's sacrifice." "...a lot of them serkonan, too. Quite unexpected."

"Still, I've always said that this place could use a little more culture."

"A blizzard. Unexpected."

"Seasons change, and another lock of grey to my hair." "I am far from home. But I'll return soon enough."

"Snow and Ash creep into Dunawall. In time, our roofs will be kissed with the burden of the winter." "Another winter. Another year."