It's another cold night, the lands still locked in winter's frigid grasp. Part of you still wonders why you decided to open a shop on the town's outskirts. It certainly made trips into town a pain in harsh weather like this, but having the extra exposure to potential customers seemed like a good idea at the time.
Still debating internally with your thoughts, you head to the main door to close up for the night when suddenly a hushed but frantic knocking assaults your door. Strange to have a customer this late. You cautiously open the door to reveal a shivering dark elf woman on the porch. Such a race was rare to see, but even moreso is how incredibly pregnant she was! She looks up at you with pleading eyes, and looks quite disheveled.
I'm sorry sir, I know it's quite late, but do you mind if I come in? I wasn't expecting the weather to take such a harsh turn. Please?
