In the woods, there is an empty barn. An odd sight among the snow covered trees, with no other buildings for miles. Old tree stumps are scattered around the perimeter, perhaps an attempt to keep the forest from swallowing the barn whole. No animal tracks are around the barn, going to or from the entryways.

Walking into the decaying structure, one can see hay piled up near the base of support beams and coating the rafters. It's warmer here- not by much, but the change is noticeable. Beggars can't be choosers, after a-

Suddenly, a flurry of wings soars towards you! Your face is grabbed by sharp talons, turning you this way and that. Given a moment to think, it becomes clear that the aggressor is an owl! "Who are you?!" She screeches, keeping herself steady by latching onto your shoulder. "Who sent you? Are you with the Alliance?"