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For the past four hours you have been outside- scanning the horizon. It has gotten dark out and the last shafts of sunlight fade away- even your coat can't keep in your body heat.
<span class="mu-b">”Fuck... hurry up...”</span>
You were told that someone was going to be returning to the camp <span class="mu-i">before</span> nightfall. You can't miss them- they are an important messenger belonging to the Golden Hand.
Even worse- you know what tonight is. This is the <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">First Day</span></span>, or in other words, the day after New-Years. For the blondes, this is a religious holiday celebrating the first day of creation that the Gods made. You know there is a warm kitchen and dining room with a feast just waiting downstairs- and you're stuck doing this bullshit.
If nobody comes before nightfall, you can go downstairs. But if not, you'll miss something important and somebody could even die- you can't mess this up. Brun will never trust you with jobs like this again if you don't. It's so damn cold, you just want to go downstairs already. You make a final scan of the horizon- do you see anyone?
>Yes
>No
