You had just made it to the village of Hawkethorne, a little hamlet nestled between a range of craggy mountains in the east and the endless forests of the north, when the weather turned foul. What started as an autumn downpour has turned into an unseasonable snowstorm, several months earlier than you'd expected first snow. The snow has come down harder and harder in the last few days, building up to a furious storm that's made continuing your journey a risky proposition. Lucky for you, the tavern in town — a little place called the Frost Hound — had several rooms for let.
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to let.