The cold feeling of the bitter winds in Northrend came across Dalaran once again. Even the days were cold with snowflakes often coming upon the city each day. The Nights were worse especially in Winters. The Winters that Grumpa had spent in the last few years have had to have been some of the coldest he'd ever experienced. Some called it mad to stand outside during a Cold Winter's Night but Grumpa stood outside alone. Watching the night's sky, he'd been doing this for every night since he'd learned about the death of Rhonin. Grumpa glared back. "Depends who wants to know." the man chuckled.