The late afternoon sun shone golden-red light in through the taverns windows, lighting up Burrow's spot by the hearth and giving him a coppery glow as if the sky itself was waiting for him to speak. A storm teased the edges of the horizon, the slight heaviness to the air bringing with it the smell of earth and Sweetness that brought with it its own type of calm. The ache in his joints worsened as the storm encroached, and the night promised to bring a bone aching chill that would leav...