WorldWeaver
Dreamer of the Impossible
After walking through the cold winter night, you come across a warm light in the midst of the blizzard, coming from a building. Trudging through deep snow, you reach it and open the door. A blast of warm air washes over you as you step in, a fire crackling in the hearth dug into the cobblestone floor and the smell of freshly cooked meals filling the air. It's quiet in here, save for the occasional snap from the hearth and clink of a bar mug. Still beats the howl of the storm outside.
Welcome. Come and stay a while.
Welcome. Come and stay a while.