[@Song Book]
The mans eyes filled with delight, he places his cup down. 
A soft near still breeze slowly brings with it a chilling cold snap as it hungrily drains the warmth from the room.
The cold air seemingly brought an eerie growth and life to every shadow in the tavern as they grew darker and stretched further. 
Light and warmth both dimming.

The strangers eyes now glowing, burning like the embers of a fire.
His twisted demeanour not aggressive, but welcoming.

"Come out, come out wherever you are."
His soft audible whisper dancing about, playing in the air.