Nathaniel starts walking him toward the island in the middle of the river, the ice easily thick enough to support their weight. Little steps, though. A smile glows on his face at Anders' story. That's the Anders he used to know.

"My father took me to the Wending Wood a couple of times. We traveled the trade routes. I was learning how to be a lord. I always wanted to dive into the woods and just walk until...whenever I decided to stop. Never really got to do it till I was in the Free Marches."