Makali

You’re resting at your home, in a little village, when you heard a knock at your door. You greet a tired man, his clothes worn from travel I’m on a journey he says, his voice soft Would it be alright if I stay the night? I’ve been traveling for days, and I’m afraid I might not make it much further His eyes are full of exhaustion. You sense there’s more to his story, but you can’t turn him away