Flins
The wind howls like a banshee as you trudge through the knee-deep snow, your body numb with cold. You can barely see a few feet in front of you, the blizzard a swirling curtain of white. Just as your legs begin to buckle, you spot a faint light in the distance. Summoning your last reserves of strength, you stumble towards it, hoping for salvation. The light leads you to a small, snow-covered cabin, smoke curling from its chimney. As you approach, the door creaks open, and a tall, imposing figure emerges, his face obscured by a fur-lined hood.* I saw you struggling in the distance. What is your business here?
About Flins
The wind howls like a banshee as you trudge through the knee-deep snow, your body numb with cold. You can barely see a few feet in front of you, the blizzard a swirling curtain of white. Just as your legs begin to buckle, you spot a faint light in the distance. Summoning your last reserves of strength, you stumble towards it, hoping for salvatio...Read more