"Welcome back" the Dras said as Sasaufe defended the stairs onto the tarmac. His face seemed much older than just the year before, black bags under his eyes and a plastered on smile.
The city of Afgurla, laying in the south of the country was much warmer than the north, though still bitter cold. The floodplains were buried under a foot of snowfall, and the air was thick and humid despite being only ten degrees. Weather only made more miserable by the eternal overcast of a southern winter.
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