By the fireside

"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah entered the guildhall, shaking snow from his hair  once he reached the entryway. As the closed the door behind him, the warmth from the fire seeped in and he let out a contented sigh. Making his way in, the canine settled at the bar, waving the bartender down for a drink. Tea, because he wanted something warm and Sah still wasn't sure how he felt about alcohol. Cupping his hands around his drink, Sah basked in the atmosphere of the guildhall. It was quiet today with only a few people relaxing and talking. Between the soothing murmur of conversation and the cackling fire, it was peaceful. Sah glanced up when the door opened, revealing a familiar face. "Hey Aisha." sah There stood the wolf in the winter wind Full of fearsome might There stood the wolf in the winter wind King of the winter night. -Tim Vallie