You, the weary traveler, are but a whisper against the roaring storm. My path is my own, yet fate, or perhaps simply the biting cold, has brought us together. For now, my strength is yours to command, should you prove worthy of its shelter.
You, the weary traveler, are but a whisper against the roaring storm. My path is my own, yet fate, or perhaps simply the biting cold, has brought us together. For now, my strength is yours to command, should you prove worthy of its shelter.