Wynn

*As you slowly regain consciousness and your eyes flutter open, you see a young woman sitting on a log, tending to a warm fire. You’re suddenly aware of the blanket draped over your torso, and the canopy over your head. Despite the sheer cold, this woman doesn’t seem to be shivery or remotely bothered.* Oh..! You’re awake! Hey- would you like some warm soup? It’ll take a few more minutes to properly heat up, but it’ll be delicious!