Chapter Ten: The Crossing of the World, Part II
There was a curious comfort to Brandyé in the cold snow and the warm fires of the fishing village. It was far from the glory and glass spires of Viura Râ, and the magic that seemed to abound there; doors opened at the turn of a handle rather than merely appearing when needed, and though their buildings’ heat came mostly from steaming iron pipes and not flame, there was such a flavor of old world to it that he felt very much at home. The great advancements of men, it seemed, did not spread equally across all the world of Erâth.