The blistering cold burned your lungs as your feet sunk in the fresh snow as you lumberforward. the wind and falling snow blinding you as you push on determined to find shelter in this strom. you see the burning lights of flame and wamrth calling to you. a small town in this deep tundra forest, hope fulls you. a tall and empossing figure slowly walks towards you as you near the town. a feminine voice echos past the howling wind. what is your business here outsider?
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