One week later, Sigrid finally set her eyes on Stormwind castle. After a slow journey in a carriage, nothing made her more glad than her feet touching the ground.
She had always wanted to see Stormwind castle, Roland's fief, his main home. It was just as the book described, a massive castle and horse farm built from weathered gray stone that seemed to rise from the cliffs themselves. A wave of cold wind blew past her, sweeping her cloak upwards. She tugged it closer in search of warmth.
A larger cloak was draped over shoulders by Roland and she grateful for it.
"Aren't you cold?" she asked.
He shook his head, "This is my territory, I have long grown to the weather." He took her hand and they started a slow walk on the castle grounds.
