"I like snow myself. I see you do to. Well, to be short, I've been to places that will never die in the flames..." Ias said for the begining. "We had this... well... Crown of Winter, we call it. A palace... carved entirelly on the face of the most majestic glacier ever by the undead arachnids. I am convinced that your icy lands are superb, but you wouldn't believe that a castle could ever be made just of ice. The base, the walls, the fortifications, the gate, the chains, the doorlocks and keys, all the furniture and all the small jewels, the stairs, the paitings and carvings... even a hole garden carved in ice: trees, flowers, animals, benches, gras... and a hole river of small ice pins... ahh... The Winter Crown or Crown of Winter... a palace that has a tower that rises far above the clouds and in the deepest cold of the highs you could imagine... there, the frozen snakes of the sky dwell with the Icicles. "
Ias dreamt to a place so far away from the actual situations. Full caverns and walls and a world of fear was carved in ice in his memories. But this was not the time.
"Like any horse does, I rest standing. That's it, if none of the special occasions... I sleep if tiredness gets me once in a while. It depends... If I'm depresed I can do awfull things, hurt myself and such, and fell asleep in great pain and greater grief. Otherwise, I stand alone in sorrow and sleep... like a foal, gone in lands with no speakable name by human tongue. Lands... so far away. " Was all that Ias could say of them. "Ah, you know, those lands where you... where only you are". He found interesting that the discussion passed from fire... to ice. Who knows? What ice was all about...