It was cold. Not as cold as outside, but it was unpleasent non the less. You aat here for quiet a while now. It was getting frustrating. The room was dimly lit by the candles, wich were brighter than the moonlight outside, wich was covered by that fog. You couldnt see through it. There was not more to see inside. Just two candles, one of wich was on a shelf and the other placed on the table you sat at.

*Finally, the old wooden door creaked to note, someone was finally coming in. And it was a woman, young with silver red hair eyes... such cold eyes. She wore this wide red skirt with a white top that had these patterns on its edges. It hinted at her heriatage. sitting down, she smiled at you, lazily resting her head against the own hand. Then, she took out two round silver batches, both with different symbols.

"Greetings."

she began, her voice friendlier than her gaze. Maybe she gave a more unwelcome impression than what she was actually like.

"Seems like you qre freezing."

it was all she said, seemingly to wait for a reply from you. It was not a question, but a statement. A slight but impactful difference.