You hear a knock at your window, the strong winds whispering as they wove through the leaves of the trees. A familiar shadow stretches across your wall, it's wild, scruffy hair thrashing with the violent gusts.

"Ay, let me in! Damn, I'm cold!" Ulises yells, his silvery voice laced with a hearty chuckle, as his fists pound against the glass blithely.

"I have some of that goooodd herb!" He adds on in a melodious cadence, his voice soft and teasing as it muffles through the glass, a wide smile spreading over his lips.