Chapter 42 Gossipy Seymor

• Two silhouettes stood against the small windowpanes of the inn they were staying.
• The whistling of the wind muted the rattling of the glass windows, for the howls brought by the storm were becoming more violent as the sands of time seeped through the wolven folks’ fingers.
• The flames from the fireplace swayed upon the wind that was able to penetrate the wooden ceilings and brick walls of the dingy inn. Because of this, coldness permeated the constricted area of their room which reminded the two of their homeland.