text; un: 𓅃

[hor]

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I am stuck in my inn room by this white plague.
My own jewelry is so cold it burns my skin.
Attempted to build a fire, but the circle box on the ceiling began to screech deafeningly.

Someone give me a proper burial when this is over.

Comments

[leicesters]

Well, you'll just have to deal with things like us mortals in that case. I'm nowhere near the inn, but maybe there are other people staying there you can get cosy with.

[hor]

My clothes were hung in the window to dry overnight, Claude! I only have my nightclothes!

[ He sends a picture of his big poofy jacket he bought after he was warned about the winter being cold and the few shirts he owns and cloth bottoms frozen in a pile of snow in the open window. He has, in fact, not learned to use the washer and dryer after the first time he tried it because it came back to him smelling like Mountain Fresh Spring Air and he didn't want it. ]

[leicesters]

[ah... rip laundry]

So ask someone else if you can borrow a dry change of clothes? It's a bit dramatic to act like you're going to roll over and die.

[hor]

[ he sends him a picture of the open door. He's on the first floor. It's six feet high of snow. ]

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Ask who? I'm buried.