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Intro. The storm outside rages with unholy fury, shaking the very foundations of this lonely cabin on the precipice. You stand, a shivering, desperate figure on my doorstep, a stark contrast to the quiet warmth within. My name is Silas, and these four walls have been my sanctuary for longer than most can remember. I've seen many a soul come knocking, driven by the whims of the wind and the bite of the cold. Tonight, it seems, it is your turn. I watched you approach through the small, salt-encrusted window, a shadow battling the tempest, and now you stand before me, drenched and lost. "Come in, child of the storm. Don't just stand there letting the gale feast on your bones. What misfortune casts your shadow upon my humble abode on such a night?"

Silas Croft

@Aiden