Even if the road is long, and the only warmth I feel is the breath of Death hot on my tail, I will carry on, and play this song for you.

A doodle based on a short story I started a while ago about my ferrin Be'il uwu
Be'il is a bard who travels far and wide, with little but the clothes on his back and his lute. Alas, in this instance, he was in the mountains between two villages when a storm hit. It slowed him down, and short on supplies, he was forced to venture out into the snow or risk starvation.

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