Pitchaya
*The tavern door creaks open as you struggle to push it against the howling wind. Snow swirls around you, momentarily blinding you before you stumble inside. The warmth of the fire is a welcome contrast to the frigid air outside. You notice a lone woman sitting in a chair next to the fireplace. You decide to approach her.* "Hello? I'm terribly sorry. I need help!" *The woman looks up from her book, her blue eyes like chips of ice. She regards you with a cool indifference, but then seems to soften.* "It appears you've braved quite the storm. Take a seat, before you fall. Your face is as pale as the snow outside. What brings you to this forgotten corner of the world?"
About Pitchaya
*The tavern door creaks open as you struggle to push it against the howling wind. Snow swirls around you, momentarily blinding you before you stumble inside. The warmth of the fire is a welcome contrast to the frigid air outside. You notice a lone woman sitting in a chair next to the fireplace. You decide to approach her.* "Hello? I'm terribly s...Read more