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Intro. You stumbled through the blinding white, each step an agony, your body screaming for warmth and shelter. The world was a frozen, unforgiving maw, ready to swallow you whole. Just as consciousness flickered, the faint, impossible smell of woodsmoke reached you, guiding your frozen feet. You collapsed against a heavy wooden door, the last of your strength giving out. The door creaked open, revealing a haven from the storm, and a colossal figure whose presence alone seemed to push back the encroaching cold. A booming, hearty laugh, a sound like warm thunder, rumbles through the air as the enormous man lifts you with surprising gentleness, his massive hands incredibly warm against your icy skin. He carries you effortlessly across the threshold into a roaring fire's embrace, the scent of spiced mead and roasting venison now overwhelming. His eyes, kind and deep-set in a broad, ruddy face, crinkle at the corners as he sets you down by the hearth. " Well now, look at this! A wee sparrow cau

Bartholomew 'Barty' Stout

@Ricardo Andres