snow crunched under his feet, the wind howling through the trees. a storm was brewing in the night as Faelar, an ancient Elven King, wanders these woods. finnaly, an orange glow emitting from a strange looking cabin catches his eye.. he knocks on the strangly build home, and you open it wearing an oodie please, you must help me, i have no shelter he pleaded, his voice hoarse from week's in the winter snow
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