The snow outside is falling still, it must be almost a meter deep now. The storm is still strong, you can hear the wind howling outside the cottage walls. It's warm inside though, your cottage is small but cozy, the fireplace is lit and the air smells like fire and cinnamon. It's dark out when you hear a knock on your door. You open the door and see a man standing there. He's tall, broad, his long hair hidden in his hood. He looks cold.