"If you kill her, it'll bring unwanted attention to our village," said Brök.
"Listen to the old man," said the woman, at the doorstep.
Mori and Griswald both had a surprised expression, as they looked through the door.
Her right cheek looked slightly cracked, as if thin ice was layered on top of her skin.
"I know I look weak, but you can't just casually say you'll kill me," she said, entering the inn again.
The air was colder, everyone inside could see their breath as they exhaled.
From under her feet seemed to extend a cold mist, which quickly covered the floor.
"Can you confirm something for me? You're Mori, right?" she said, as she pointed at Mori.
"Yes."
She frowned, while taking a few steps forward.
"Curious. I was told you were strong..."
"Well, she's tougher than she looks," said Griswald.
