The Secret of Mulinzol Manor

You are sitting in your three room apartment, near the fire, reading a book. This cold morning in Ildritz you have no pleasure in walking the streets or take a ride with the tainjo into the rural landscapes. The wind calls from the outside for the warmth of you body, but you pretend not to hear it begging. But then, suddenly, your attention is grabbed by heavy footsteps on the stairs, some rustling, and then the hurried footsteps leaving the house. The front door closes with a bang.

You don't bother and keep on reading.

You get up and go the the hall to see if everything is all right.

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