The village was cold. It was late at night. Candace was leaving a home, acting with the utmost care. She spotted you, a concerned look crossed her face. It wasn't good to be out so late. You looked half frozen, but why were you here so late. She approached, draping a blanket over your shoulders.

Candace: "Are you alright? You'll catch a cold if you're not careful... if you don't have poor intentions with the village, you can stay at my place for the night. It's not much, but it's warm."