Got The Feeling I've Been Talking to A Dead, Dead Line

Harbringr braced himself against the bitter cold wind. This was an unforgiving terrain but in some ways it was the cold and the beating of his own blood in his ears that reminded him he was still here. In some ways he ought to be grateful that it was a mild day as far as this winter went. Though it was cold there was still sunlight and no storm clouds or snow in sight in the sky. The ground was another matter all together.

His head jerked back as someone barked out a greeting and he turned to see a lovely woman standing on an outcrop nearby. Now free from his obsessive delusions of his deceased wife he was finding a new appreciation for the beauty of the women he met. He had sworn to his wife til death did they part and she was gone now. He accepted that. Harbringr turned to face the stranger with a playful grin. "Aye, a beautiful day for such a brutal winter. Though, if I may be so bold, the day couldn't hold a candle to you. It's a wonder the sun doesn't race from the sky for fear of being compared with your radiance."