[Dwarf || Dun Morogh || Snowstorm]

"Evening, stranger. The storm's comin' in hot an' heavy. You don't wanna be out here," she stated, her gruff voice carrying over the sound of the wind. "Name's Yetta. I reckon you could use a place to rest, some warm food an' a hot mug of mead to chase away the chill. My cottage's on the way, an' I'm more than happy to share its warmth." She gestured for the stranger to follow her, her gaze flickering to the small bag the individual carried. "You look like you could use a break, an' I got more'n enough for two."

[World of Warcraft] You don't need extensive WoW knowledge to spend some time with this dwarven lady.