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For seven long days, the blizzard had roared over Dawnhaven, an unrelenting force of nature that piled snow upon the trees, houses, and streets, sealing everyone inside their homes. The howling winds seemed endless, drowning out any attempt at communication beyond the walls of the town. The streets were abandoned, as no one dared venture out into the storm. Guards took short rotating shifts, braving the brutal cold and conserving precious firewood as they huddled together, trying to stay warm while protecting the town as best they could. Blight-born who could withstand such harsh weather proved to be highly useful, keeping watch where the humans could not. 

Now, a week later, the storm has finally begun to ease. Around three feet of snow blankets the town, with many snowdrifts built up along buildings. The winds, once fierce and biting, have died down to a gentle breeze. The snowfall has slowed, though it hasn't stopped completely. The streets, once impassable, were now being cleared by the guards who shoveled diligently, making way for the eager citizens who had been trapped indoors for days on end.

As the snow is cleared, another unit of Aurelian guards move through Dawnhaven, lighting torches along the roads. As they make their way from door to door, they announce that everyone is welcome to gather outside the Eye of the Beholder for a warm meal, generously provided by the Prince and Princess to celebrate the end of Dawnhaven's first blizzard of the season. It’s a moment of much-needed relief and community, after days spent isolated in the cold.

Slowly but surely, people begin to emerge from their homes, bundled up in thick coats and scarves. They make their way to the Eye of the Beholder, where a large bonfire blazes outside, casting a welcoming glow. Around the fire, hot soup and steaming bowls of stew are passed around, the savory scents filling the air. Laughter and conversation flow freely, as the townsfolk—grateful to be together again—share in the warmth of community, and the joy of having survived the storm. 

Though the storm hasn't fully passed, Dawnhaven feels alive once again.