You walk along a snow blanketed cobble-stone path. Off in the distance you see a large wooden building. The snow falls on your eyelashes and melts on contact. From many chimneys, you see smoke drifting in the wind. The thought of a warm hearth is quite inviting. You dash down the path and reach two huge double doors. The door handel is golden and looks like the head of a wolf. Withough hesitation you dash inside.