The landing
He was sitting on a hill sheltered from the wind; although at that latitude the climate was milder, it was still winter in Sentria, and this was abnormally cold compared to the land.
He took refuge in the bushes, half hidden, and had a great view of the beach from that height. The wisps of smoke from his pipe made circles in the air. It is true that he missed the tobacco of the Earth; although the herbs that could be smoked in Athair were not bad at all, at least he no longer had that phlegm and morning cough that had accompanied him all his adult life.