[ That gets both a fond sigh out of him and a soft huff of a laugh. ]

I figured you would say as much. You're going to be waiting a while. It seems this Winter is not keen on letting up until we offer it a sacrifice.

[ The distaste in Clives voice is obvious, as he moves to sit himself on the floor by the fire, curling one leg under and the other up so he can rest his arm on it. ]

Yet we know those Wraiths can be fought, and their death eases the hold, so I say let their death be the sacrifice they wish to see.