Jack Silver shuffled quietly through the snow, poking suspicious snowdrifts with his cane. He had almost reached the beginning of his final adventure: Vulture's Roost. Spying a pair about to enter the gates, he gave a call for them to hold door. He shuffled closer, making out the forms of one bird-helmeted soldier and a vaguely canine woman.

The old man waved to the guard, "Ah, good, good, I'm glad I got here in time. I hate seeing a closed door. Going in?" he asked the woman, linking arms with her as the guard ushered them in.

As they walked down the street to the castle, Jack tried to strike up a conversation with the young woman who had the misfortune of being there when he had arrived, "You know, I've been all over and I don't think I've ever spoken with someone who looked quite like you. What brings a young girl such as yourself to a place Hades himself could use as an icebox?"