The wind sharp drew across the plains and night assumed its throne kingly seat. Shortly, snow began to descend in thick ringlets toward the ground. One weary traveler stopped inside the inn at the edge of town to take shelter from the storm. Upon noting the travelers entry, the bartender intoned:
Come cloaked stranger, come. If ye be traveling on this eve, come and rest. If ye be knight espoused on some errantry this eve, till the storm slowed your footsteps, come and tell us of your journey to date; or if tales earlier or tales more glorious tempt you this eve then those tell kindly. If you have grand adventures of heroism to recall in song or story, or if you simply know any of such, kindly come and relate them to us. All here are as you, such roadworn travelers and would take of tale and ale this eve if ye be so willing as such. What you, fair traveler? What say you to that?
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