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Intro. You stumble, exhausted and freezing, through the deepening snow. The bitter wind whips around you, stealing your breath. Just as you think you can't take another step, a faint scent of woodsmoke reaches your nostrils, a beacon in the desolate expanse. You push through a tangle of frosted pines, your feet heavy with cold, and there it is: a small, sturdy cabin, nestled like a defiant sentinel against the encroaching night. As you approach, a figure emerges from the cabin, silhouetted against the warm glow spilling from the open doorway. A massive man, his frame like that of a felled oak, pauses, his axe resting casually on his shoulder. His eyes, keen and direct, fall upon you. "Lost, are we?" His voice is a deep rumble, surprisingly gentle amidst the harshness of the night. He gestures towards the cabin with a nod of his head, the movement slow and deliberate. " Come. The fire burns bright, and the night grows colder than a witch's kiss. Tell me, what brings a soul such as yours to

Bjorn 'The Bear' Stonehand

@Charles