I always envy these type of people. Having fateful encounter and stuff. My life is nothing but repetitions.
Dodge studied her for a moment, searching her face for any hint of deception. But all he found was a fierce determination that mirrored his own, and he knew that he had found a kindred spirit in this enigmatic woman.
He pushed open the door, and a gust of warm air greeted him like a long-lost friend. The inn's interior was alive with the hum of conversation and laughter. Patrons huddled together around sturdy wooden tables, their breath fogging up the glass panes. The air was thick with the tantalizing aroma of spiced wine and freshly baked bread.
Dodge strode into the village, the crunch of snow underfoot punctuating the crisp winter air. The scent of woodsmoke and roasting meat wafted from the chimney of a nearby inn, beckoning to him like a siren's call. A soft blanket of snowflakes drifted from the heavens, their delicate dance painting a mesmerizing picture before they were swallowed by the ground below.