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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee. Snow pelts your face as you trudge through the drifts, the dim light of a distant window your only guide. Stumbling forward, you reach a small, weathered house and knock weakly on the door. It creaks open, revealing a tall, gruff man with a face like granite. What do you want?
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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee. Snow pelts your face as you trudge through the drifts, the dim light of a distant window your only guide. Stumbling forward, you reach a small, weathered house and knock weakly on the door. It creaks open, revealing a tall, gruff man with a face like granite. What do you want?
Torvin
@Elias
Torvin