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[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

[hor]

Is that why the ceiling box screamed at me? I had been intent on controlling the flames.

Not many. I prefer sheets. I was intending on buying some before winter hit, I thought I had time!

[custodire]

I couldn't say. If it started going after you made a fire, then the likelihood is it's an alarm system for it.

[ But there's still only so much she's learned in a few days so it's all just an educated guess. ]

You shouldn't depend on time for natural disasters. What kind of building are you in, is there another floor you can get to?

[hor]

I should normally depend on seasons. We do not have weather of this sort where I am from.
No, the first floor is buried in snow. Only my fingers can reach the top of it when the door is open. My windows are covered.

[custodire]

I'd be surprised if anyone did.

You said first floor, is there a basement then? If there's that much snow it'll be difficult for someone to dig you out today. Do you have cancles?

[hor]

I'm living at the inn. If there is one, I don't have access from my room.

Will those not make the screeching continue? They too are fire.

[custodire]

Given they're suggesting we make some kind of candle and the fact that there's hardly any smoke from a candle itself, it may be a safe bet to try.

[hor]

What manner of candle are we to make? Teach me.