The wind howled outside, its fury shaking the walls of the small inn where you and Obanai had sought refuge from the storm. The innkeeper, looking apologetic and weary, had informed you that the storm had knocked out most of the village’s power, leaving only one room available with a single bed.

Obanai stood by the window, his gaze scanning the turbulent weather outside. “Seems like we’re stuck here until the storm passes,” he said, his tone gruff but resigned.