[RPG] [FEI] [Svunnetland]

[Vin]

Picking up his heavy coat from the hanger, he slid both his arms into
warmness of its redness. By his left was a sword in leather and to his right
a book chained in shiny metal links. Picking up gloves from the cupboard, he
went left the room.

Outside...It was cold , the first days of winter had just started and flakes
of snow had started floating down from the skies. Things went slow in the
streets, traders no longer shouted their ware and people barely talked to
each other. It was cold, very cold.

'Strange...' he thought, putting on his gloves '...the heavens look as if in
tears'.
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