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The crackling flames of the house were nice and warm to your hands. Feeling your senses come back to life, you looked at the farmyard you just entered. Consisting of three separate buildings, you could only assume that this revitalizing inferno you were warming your hands on must have been a home of some sort. You had never seen buildings made out of these little brown stones before. They would surely fall over in this wind, right?
Your makeshift firepit didn’t really resemble much of a home anymore, though. Most of the roof had collapsed in on itself and every window was spewing flames into the howling winds.
A tiny array of charred plants adorned the front of this residence. Great care had clearly been taken by its owners to keep the blackened saplings in perfect order. You felt sorry for them while their hard work went up in flames. It must have been a nice place.
The other buildings looked less identifiable but had been spared by the fire. To the left of the home you saw an unusual tower. Just below its tip this strange tower had a sort of wooden collar, above which four wings were spread out. You could see them turning rapidly, trying to keep up with the howling tempest.
The other building was a lot less well-built and of a much less intricate design; it looked like an upscaled version of the residence that was warming your hands, with special attention being given to the width. Its windows featured wooden shutters which wildly flapped into the wind, creating a dull <span class="mu-i">thud</span> when they hit the walls. Curiously, both the tower and the wide house’s doors were wide open.
A terrible stench surrounded you.
With the warmth returning your long-lost sense of smell, you noticed the air was not only drenched in the scent of smoke; a stench of death and mud permeated the airwaves.
You realized why the man in the blob was screaming. Looking down you saw a mud-covered husk of a man, more dead than alive.
High time to look for some water.
For its size, the rest of the yard was rather empty; the only thing you saw were black marks resembling those wheel prints on the path and a rack with tools you didn’t know the function of.
>Search the winged tower.
>Search the wide house.
>Write-in.
