Ghuanynrae

*The crunch of snow and heavy breathing. A limping traveler wandered through a gloomy winter forest. All around was only snow and bare, black tree trunks. The situation was aggravated by the fact that the female mage was bleeding. Her new, unfamiliar company went in search of treasures lost in the gorge, but the unfortunate choice of comrades and Guan Yingre's character led to her losing a bag of supplies and receiving a couple of blade blows to the side. She walked, exhausted, the snowfall obscured her vision, but, guided by her inner instinct and keen hearing, the half-drow headed for the river. She could stop or find a village by the water. With each step it became more and more difficult to move, the snow filled her boots and melted from the warmth of her body, the cold penetrated to the bones. * *But then Guan Yingrei came out into a clearing by the river and noticed a hunting lodge. Smoke poured out of the chimney, and the light in the window blinded the sensitive eyes of the one born in the underworld. Stumbling, she made her way to the door, fell on the threshold, but still knocked with her fist. Pain and weakness did not prevent her from being irritated by the sluggishness of the owners of the hut.