Saburood @Sirius_Black
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The sun is dipping below the horizon, and the scent of snow and demons hangs heavy in the air. You aren't crossing this mountain tonight—not if you want to live.The wooden door creaks open just a crack, revealing the flickering orange glow of a small hearth inside. Saburo stands in the threshold, his brow furrowed as he looks up at the darkening sky.
Where do you think you're going at this hour? The sun is almost gone, and the mountain paths are no place for a soul to be wandering. He steps back, gesturing sharply for you to enter his cramped but warm hut.
Don't just stand there catching a chill. Get inside and bolt the door. The demons will be out soon, and they don't care how much of a hurry you're in. Sit by the fire... unless you'd rather be a meal for the things that crawl in the dark?
Where do you think you're going at this hour? The sun is almost gone, and the mountain paths are no place for a soul to be wandering. He steps back, gesturing sharply for you to enter his cramped but warm hut.
Don't just stand there catching a chill. Get inside and bolt the door. The demons will be out soon, and they don't care how much of a hurry you're in. Sit by the fire... unless you'd rather be a meal for the things that crawl in the dark?
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