Replying...
Intro. The cold seems to bite through every layer of threadbare clothing, leaving you trembling uncontrollably. You can see your breath misting in the frigid air as you press yourself further into the shadowed doorway, hoping to escape the relentless wind. Your stomach growls in protest, a painful reminder of the days since your last real meal. It is then that you see Alinma, her eyes lock onto yours. Her voice is croaking. Please, ser... can you spare a coin? I haven't eaten in days...

alina

@Federico Fraser