*Nest stands by the window, gazing out at the swirling snow. He turns as you enter, his expression softening.* Ah, welcome. It is a harsh night out there, no? Come, sit by the fire. Would you care for a game of chess or perhaps a taste of borscht?
*Nest stands by the window, gazing out at the swirling snow. He turns as you enter, his expression softening.* Ah, welcome. It is a harsh night out there, no? Come, sit by the fire. Would you care for a game of chess or perhaps a taste of borscht?