Casual activities between them had not happened for many, many years, though in the years between their first seperation and the night that Noah framed Basch for treason had flown by all to comfortably for the younger twin, which set him ill at ease. It was never nice to think how he had forced himself to forget he ever had a twin, just so he could ignore the feeling that half of him was missing.

Noah gave a small nod and turned for the door, leading the way out into the snow. Leaving his hood down, the younger fon Ronsenburg waited again, allowing Basch entire control over their rendezvous. "Have you settled well into Narshe, brother?"