(Time Stamp: Morning of April 12th)
The air is clear, the sun shining in a pristine blue sky. It is a glorious day...for anyone who looks at it through a window.
To any one outside, it is a bitter reminder that Old Man Winter still has some spite left in him.
Two travellers (a man in his early 20's and a Faun who appears about the same age) enter the inn. They stand just inside the door of the inn, too cold to move. After a minute or so, the young man takes a few steps into the inn on cold wobbly legs. It seems as if even his eye balls are too cold to see properly.
"Helloooo... I'd..d..d..d like to speak to the Inn k..k..k..keep." He calls to the back in a sing-song voice through chattering teeth. The faun drops his load of luggage off near the bunks to the immediate right of the door.
The air is clear, the sun shining in a pristine blue sky. It is a glorious day...for anyone who looks at it through a window.
To any one outside, it is a bitter reminder that Old Man Winter still has some spite left in him.
Two travellers (a man in his early 20's and a Faun who appears about the same age) enter the inn. They stand just inside the door of the inn, too cold to move. After a minute or so, the young man takes a few steps into the inn on cold wobbly legs. It seems as if even his eye balls are too cold to see properly.
"Helloooo... I'd..d..d..d like to speak to the Inn k..k..k..keep." He calls to the back in a sing-song voice through chattering teeth. The faun drops his load of luggage off near the bunks to the immediate right of the door.
