The weather in Altir cleared and Adam found it hard to believe a full year had passed since the Westmont Incident, as Union residents now dubbed the night in hushed voices as he passed. He tried to focus on the positive effect the whirlwind of attention afforded his future campaigns but the victory was hollow. His mind, those days, were only on what he could change with the power of his name, for whatever that was worth. Time moved fast, and Adam found that throwing himself into work piled on him by Judge Khelot created necessary distraction from the constant noise in his head.