Pangearas

The icy wind moans quietly through the pine trees, occasionally rustling snow drifts that plop softly from the branches into the drifts already stacked deeply against the trunks below.  As it sighs aloft, flakes drift down from the low overcast glinting in the light cast from the town of Ratava below as its denizens move quickly through the snowy streets on a freezing evening, trying to finish their errands and hurry home to their waiting families and friends.  The businesses lining the avenues are bustling with customers haggling loudly with vendors over prices and quantities.  Near the middle of the main thoroughfare is a large square with