"Ul'dah gets nasty heat waves," Haurchefant's new friend had related during his last visit, resting in his bed after another enjoyable evening, "the kind that can roast a man alive if you aren't careful about where you rest or what you do."

He had chuckled at reading that, nestled in the crook of the Roegadyn's burly arm, pleasantly tired from their exertions; he couldn't help but laugh at the differences in their situation. "Perhaps if we could have a heat wave like that," he had said, "the chill that has fallen over this nation will at last be broken once and for all."