Now that was the walk of someone who had no idea what snow was. Alistair stifled his smirk in favour of stepping sideways. "Maker's breath, get in there before you start freezing bits off," he said, "and by the looks of you, the bits that freeze off will probably be the bits you want to keep."

Ten years in Kirkwall and the Marches had taken some of the shyness off him. There'd been no way he was going to go back to Ferelden, no matter what Teagan said. No, he'd stayed to the north, where it was warmer, but had ended up in mountains and underground more often than not. At least until--

That was stupid to think about.

"There's even food in there, for a bonus."