The selection continues, and so does the filming. The intrigues are worse than each other, and I can’t say that I know where it’s safer. In Daarmarch, where every careless word can cost Thearin dearly, or in Arongar, where every day of filming for me and German Grow could be the last. However, when have I ever been afraid of difficulties? Much more frightening to me, like Thearin, is the proximity of a single dragon. Without which even the strongest flame becomes icy.