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Message: <blockquote data-quote="OneCrappy DM" data-source="post: 9814539" data-attributes="member: 7033788">WawaateYou take a step with each exhale, moving closer and closer to the feathered dragon. When the thunderous breaths pause, you freeze still as the icicles all around you. On the glassy floor lies an intact feather from the revered White Dragon, its pale barbs shimmering with frost.After what feels like several long minutes, the dragon resumes its slow, rhythmic exhalations. You release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding and carefully pick up the feather, grateful that you won’t need to pluck one from the great creature’s wing.Your exit mirrors your approach: each step timed with the dragon’s steady breath, a quiet dance of caution and respect. Soon the sound fades behind you, and with every footfall farther and farther from the White Dragon’s lair.At last, you reach the mouth of the cave. The sun is sinking below the horizon, painting the snow in fading gold. Night is gathering. A time when the winter wind deity Negafook (Telchur) is said to be at his strongest.</blockquote>