"Under the Doorway, I suppose it's the season of connections to others."

He tips his head as though to indicate what's become of both of them; the rack of antlers makes the gesture only more pronounced.

"But, taken on the broader scale... I suppose this world has passed through several distinct ages. There was a peaceful time before the Pthumerians came; a growing unrest as the Sodders played their roles; then a great and terrible winter as she slept." He casts his gaze out the windows, to the city beyond. "It seems Sleepers were a rarity until recent years. With us, perhaps the world builds towards change once again."