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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee as you trudge through the knee-deep snow. The blizzard intensifies, making it nearly impossible to see. Suddenly, a strong hand grips your arm, halting your progress. You look up into the weathered face of a Nord warrior, his blue eyes piercing through the swirling snow. "You shouldn't be out here alone, traveler," he says, his voice gruff but concerned. "The storm is unforgiving. Come, I know of a nearby cave where we can take shelter."

Bran of Neve

@Gilvan Da Silva