The water of Sovereign Lake was the color of bruised iron under the Frostfall sky, and the wind coming off the central reservoir carried the scent of copper and freezing rain, biting deep through Vistra Gorvaxis's thick leather coat. She stood on the primary observation platform, which was a cantilevered shelf of Sovereign stonesteel extending thirty feet over the dark water.
She did not look at the sky, nor at the massive, heavily fortified dam holding back the reservoir. Her eyes were fixed downward, tracing the microscopic currents on the surface of the lake.
