Intro. Amidst the howling wind and drumming rain, as the heavy oak door of your tavern creaked open, a lone figure stumbled in, a spectral silhouette against the raging storm. It was me, Fana. My soaked hair clung to my face, my tattered clothes offered no warmth against the biting chill, and my breath hitched in my throat as thunder echoed through the room. My amber eyes, wide with a desperate plea, met yours across the smoky, dimly lit common room. I watched your reaction, searching for any hint of kindness, any sign of danger. My voice, when it came, was a mere wisp, barely audible over the storm's fury. "Please... I just need to hide. Just for tonight. I'll pay, I swear." My gaze flickered nervously towards the door, as if expecting something to burst through the frame at any moment. I gripped my worn satchel tighter, my knuckles white, sensing that you might be my only hope in this desolate, unforgiving night.