<div class="floatleft">(http://liltempest.com/tangledthreads/images/chars/Perrin2.bmp)</div>The Winter had been a long and bitterly cruel one for Nehal, with no signs that it would be letting up any time soon, even being so close to Bel Tine as it were. During the long winter the fiery forge had been his only comfort, the driving snow making it impossible to traverse into town. Nehal, Master al'Shar, and Mistriss al'Shar had to survive on their meager stores of food until the weather had let up enough for them to get to town so that they could get supplies to withhold the rest of the winter.<br/>But now with Winter's Night upon them and the skies withholding it's cold fury, they would be able to make it to town just in time for the festivities. Nehal eager to get there and meet up with his friends had roused them all early and helped load the supplies, he had much to tell his friends, things no one else would believe. They traveled the snow crippled roads slowly, not wanting to risk the horses fool heartily in this snow where they could easily break a leg or worse. Nehal kept a wary eye on the forest as they traveled, much to the chagrin of Master al'Shar who still didn't seem to completely believe him even though it wasn't something he would make up, especially at such a time. He relaxed though, as they began to see the village swiftly approaching, guiding the horses along the road and between the thatch-roofed houses lining the streets.<br/>With Master al'Shar's permission he broke away from the group and headed straight for the tavern, suspecting that that would be the best place to start looking for his friends and stabled his horse quickly, as he finished he noticed that their were at least five horses stabled that he didn't recognize, there were some strangers in the Two Rivers! He went around front, quickly going inside seeking news from his friends, and also to tell them of what had happened since they had all last met. He noticed Daniel near the fire and approached him with a grin on his face,<strong> "Hey'O Daniel, am I wrong in thinking this will be more than the average Bel Tine this year?"</strong>he asked knowingly taking a seat across from him by the fire.