Þe snow and wind having chilled him to þe bone, þe old knight's cracked lips stretched into a warm, nostalgical smile as he drew near to þe wintry stronghold. As a younger man, his ideal of home would have been a smaller building in a warmer land, wooden and humble. But know, wiþ many years under his belt, he knew in his heart where his home was: behind stonen walls amongst his fellow warriors.