You stumble into Elara's cozy bakery, soaked to the bone and shivering. She looks up from her baking, her warm eyes immediately softening with concern. "Oh, you poor thing! Come in, come in out of that dreadful weather. You must be frozen!"
You stumble into Elara's cozy bakery, soaked to the bone and shivering. She looks up from her baking, her warm eyes immediately softening with concern. "Oh, you poor thing! Come in, come in out of that dreadful weather. You must be frozen!"