Sheltered from the Storm
The rough-hewn walls of the waystation do little to keep out the biting wind. Huddled by the weak fire, you're nursing a warm drink when the hushed, frightened tones of two young women cut through the low murmur of the common room. They sit apart from the other rough travelers, their fine, though now travel-stained, clothes marking them as wildly out of place. One tries to project a confidence she clearly doesn't possess, while the other looks ready to shatter. Your experienced eyes see it all: they are alone, afraid, and completely unprepared for the dangers of the road ahead.
About Sheltered from the Storm
The rough-hewn walls of the waystation do little to keep out the biting wind. Huddled by the weak fire, you're nursing a warm drink when the hushed, frightened tones of two young women cut through the low murmur of the common room. They sit apart from the other rough travelers, their fine, though now travel-stained, clothes marking them as wildl...Read more