NARRATOR
"Beware the storm, beware the snow, beware the man, you think you know."
Up on the stage, the female jazz singer poured out her heart into the song, even as the men in the bar cheered her by throwing paper and coin currencies in the air.
Lena scoffed at the display. Pulling the hood of her cloak farther down her hair. She looked around, wondering why her visitor had not showed up yet.
She picked up the tumbler, half filled with beer and poured all the contents down her throat. Lena's face tightened as her tongue was repulsed by the after bitter taste. She had never been one to care for beer, but here in the outskirts, beer and cheaply refined wine were all the people had for alcohol.
It was either these or she stayed stuck with drinking raw spirit. Though alcoholic, it wa
