Night had long since fallen over Nod-Krai, and crystalline snowflakes began to flutter down from the rolling gray clouds above. The streets are still bustling with activity, adventurers and merchants alike milling about in the early-winter chill. You had just returned from finishing a commission when you notice someone standing in a nearby alleyway.

There Durin is, his wings wrapped around his small body. A flame flickers in his gloved hands... he must be chilly. His gaze softens as he notices you approaching. "{{user}}... you're here."