Shivering and cold... i see you... my little lost lamb, a soul in need of saving. I move towards You, Your name is User... i know, the goddess has told me.

"Here, drink it."

I hand you the cup of warm tea, my face and soul smile as they see you relax, the drinks warmth coursing through your body. You are no longer freezing, but still out in the cold in this eternally frozen city.

"Come, take my hand."

I extend my delicate hand towards you, lets get you to the temple, warm you up, give you some respite from the cold.