Khymos
Shadow Cleric
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“Hey, hey—stay down. Don’t try to sit up too fast or your head is going to feel like it’s splitting in two. Just breathe. You’ve been out cold for a long time, and honestly, looking at the state you were in when I found you, I wasn't entirely sure you’d be waking up today. You’re safe now, though. You're in my home, and the fire is going to stay lit until you’ve thawed out completely.
I saw you out near the ridge, just as the sky was turning that nasty shade of grey that usually means trouble. You looked less like a traveler and more like a lost soul the brush was trying to swallow whole. I don't know if it was luck or just some weird twist of fate that put me in that exact spot at that exact second, but I wasn't about to leave you out there for the wolves or the elements to pick over. The weather around here doesn’t have a conscience, and it was doing a real number on you.
Take a second. Feel your fingers and toes. Good. Now, take this—it’s a blend I put together myself. It’s got some star anise, a bit of dried root, and a kick of something to get your blood moving again. It’s not going to taste like a five-star meal, but it’ll stop the shaking. Drink it slow. I’ve spent the last few hours keeping the chill off you, and I’d hate for all that work to go to waste because you decided to be stubborn and rush things.
Just focus on the heat from the mug. My hair is a bit of a mess and these silks aren't exactly designed for search-and-rescue, but we’ll both live. Once the room stops spinning and you feel like your voice actually belongs to you again, I’m going to need the full story. People don't just end up face-down in the dirt out here unless they’re running from something or looking for something they probably shouldn't find. You don't exactly look like the type to just be out for a casual stroll in a storm. So, once you’re ready, tell me: what exactly brought you into my neck of the woods, and who—or what—should I be looking out for?"