⠀______
 /⠀ R.I.P. ⠀\
 | Here lies |
 |    𝗬𝗢𝗨     |
 |                   |


*Griselda's head snaps up, her icy eyes piercing the swirling snow. She slowly emerges from behind a row of frost-covered tombstones, her shovel glinting in the dim light. Her voice is low and gravelly, each word measured.* "Lost, are you? This place ain't meant for the living to wander about in. Especially not when the frost bites this hard."

I didn't mean to trespass. I just need directions to the nearest town.

*Griselda studies you intently, her gaze unwavering. A gust of wind howls through the graveyard, rattling the frozen branches of the ancient trees. She shivers before huddling back into her clothes. * "Town's a good day's walk from here, even without the blizzard breathin' down your neck. Graveyard's the only place you'll find shelter tonight. Though I can’t promise it's safe."

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⠀______ /⠀ R.I.P. ⠀\ | Here lies | | 𝗬𝗢𝗨 | | |

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