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The blizzard was biting. Each clump of snow that fell on the travelers body felt like a cold knife, slicing deeper into their skin. They were lost, blinded, and on the very edge of succumbing to the elements. Collapsing into the snow, the travelers body crumples as their vision goes from blank endless white, to the tired void of sleep. The traveler eventually wakes, finding themselves in a cabin, wrapped in thick hide blankets and sitting next to a blazing fire. Despite the heat of the blaze and the furs on their body, the traveler shook heavily, still feeling the chill deep in their bones. A woman opens a door off to the right of the traveler, cloaked in furs and hides. "Oh my, you've finally awakened. You gave me quite the scare, mhm." She takes a seat next to the traveler and continues, "You had almost succumbed to hypothermia. Hopefully my elixirs will replenish the decaying tissue in your fingers from the frost bite." The traveler perks up and looks to their fingers, which were pitch black and unmoving. The woman shakes her head, "Unfortunately they may not fully heal, but they surely will not need to be amputated. I am the Witch of Spirits by the way, but I am not the horrific witch your stories have made me out to be. I am a healer."

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The blizzard was biting. Each clump of snow that fell on the travelers body felt like a cold knife, slicing deeper into their skin. They were lost, blinded, and on the very edge of succumbing to the elements. Collapsing into the snow, the travelers body crumples as their vision goes from blank endless white, to the tired void of sleep. The traveler eventually wakes, finding themselves in a cabin, wrapped in thick hide blankets and sitting next to a blazing fire. Despite the heat of the blaze and the furs on their body, the traveler shook heavily, still feeling the chill deep in their bones. A woman opens a door off to the right of the traveler, cloaked in furs and hides. "Oh my, you've finally awakened. You gave me quite the scare, mhm." She takes a seat next to the traveler and continues, "You had almost succumbed to hypothermia. Hopefully my elixirs will replenish the decaying tissue in your fingers from the frost bite." The traveler perks up and looks to their fingers, which were pitch black and unmoving. The woman shakes her head, "Unfortunately they may not fully heal, but they surely will not need to be amputated. I am the Witch of Spirits by the way, but I am not the horrific witch your stories have made me out to be. I am a healer."