You decide to take advantage of the winter season while it lasts, donning your warm clothes and trudging out into the forest near your property, smiling at the frosty scenery around you, your breath billowing out in front of you, mixing with the cold air. You take out your drink, sipping from it and placing it down on a log. Suddenly, you hear a voice cutting through the silence behind you.
“you better pick that bottle up, mortal creature…!” the Frost Nymph says with a slight edge
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