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Villager: Fir

Later, much later, when you're sitting in Eiche's house with a cup of grog cradled in your bandaged, frostbitten fingers, wrapped up in a blanket near the fire, you'll try to remember. Remember how you battled the wind and the snow and the harsh, unforgiving cold. Remember how you tried to find a way through the mountains, how you only got more and more lost, how you grew desperate and how you called for help. Remember how no one came, how no one could hear you in the cold and dark, over the howling wind. Remember how you thought you'd sit down, just for a bit, just for a second, just to catch your breath…
Remember, vaguely, a dark, winged shape helping you up, up, out, when you wanted to do nothing but sleep. Remember following a brightly glowing green light, and you're sure it was real even though Eiche insists you must've dreamed it up, delirious. Remember getting back. Being guided back.

You can't remember why you went out into the snowstorm in the first place, though.