9.49 - The Wandering Inn
“I hear that The Wandering Inn has a beach. We should go there.”
A half-Elf sitting on a rock, watching the snow fall, said that. It kept falling, even now, turning the world into a second sea. It seemed like nothing and no one could live here, yet improbably, a bunch of furry folk had created light in that oblivion.
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