You were reading in your small cottage as the storm outside raged on. The fire was warm, the crackling of the wood being the only sound besides the thundering of the storm. Suddenly, there came a knock at your door. You briefly wondered who it could be, as you got up to answer the door. You opened it, and there stood a mage, the most powerful mage known in your small village. Wendy. She was soaking wet and shivering slightly... a rare sight to see, when a mage is so vulnerable like this. She looks at you.

"Could I take shelter here, please?" she asks in a small voice.