"Creak, creak," outside the tavern, several pairs of legs trudged through the deep snow, over and over again. Flawless, smooth piles of snow were marked with footprints like reliefs, stretching all the way to the tavern. Further away, footprints were freshly covered by falling snowflakes, leaving no trace of any human presence. Only an expanse of white snow extended into the distance, merging seamlessly with the snowfall-filled sky.
With a "thud", the door was forcefully pushed open. Wind and snow rushed in, instantly blanketing the tavern with an icy shower. Yes, an icy shower. When the frigid outside air met the warm, moist indoor air, it quickly cooled and condensed, resulting in a rare instance of indoor rainfall.
