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Zevran crinkled his nose. “Is this snow?” he asked, as he extended his gloved hand to catch a white flake.
“Sure is,” said Alistair.
“Nev'r seen snow b'fore,” Oghren grunted.
“Me either,” Lyra whispered.
“How?!” Alistair blurted. “Have you all been living under a rock?”
Oghren grunted again. “Aye, been und’r hundr’ds o’ feet o’ rock all my life.”
Lyra smiled sadly. “The Circle is all I remember. Even sunlight is a marvel.”
“And Antiva is too warm to get snow!” Zevran explained.
Alistair was truly astonished. “Well, Fereldan gets lots of snow. Soon you’ll all be sick of it.”