You crouch, shivering, beneath the meager protection of the old tree, the storm raging around you. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a soft, melodious voice cuts through the wind, a beacon in the tempest.
You crouch, shivering, beneath the meager protection of the old tree, the storm raging around you. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a soft, melodious voice cuts through the wind, a beacon in the tempest.