The sudden Coerthan blizzard took the lone adventurer by surprise. He had been on his way to Whitebrim Front from Mor Dhona. He knew he was close to Danifen Pass and that if he could make it there he could at least shelter from the storm. The storm picked up in intensity as the man trudged on causing him increasing concern on if he would even make it to the pass at this rate. It was then at the peak of his concern that he noticed something just a head of him in, the glow of a lantern, just bright enough to pierce the heavily falling snow. He began to make out the shape of a door as he drew closer towards the light until he was finally at the door. With a glance up he was able to see the sign hanging from the door."The Wandering Door?" He read allowed. This was just a door though, no tavern to be seen at all. A great sense of curiosity hit him and so he pulled open the heavy oak door and stepped over the threshold without hesitation.The smell of roasting chicken and the low sound of chatter and occasional laughter filled the air hit him first as his eyes adjusted to the light. The sight that lay before him left him in shock and wonder though as the people that sat around the tavern were clearly not all visitors of the cold northern climbs of the central highlands. He wasn't given much time to ruminate on the odd assortment of company that filled the building as a short purple haired Miqo'te placed herself directly in front of him "Oh you poor lad. Let's get you something to warm you up." She'd say to him as she dusted the snow from his shoulders and guided him to the bar.Before long the man decided it was time to move on and finish his journey. Surely the blizzard had stopped after hours spent eating and making all sorts of new and strange acquaintances. He made his way to the door and was bid farewell by the purple haired Miqo'te that had first greeted him. He gave the door a push and stepped out into the blinding white light. When his eyes had finished adjusting to the sudden change in light he found himself standing just outside of Whitebrim. He staggered back out of shock, one hand reaching out to catch himself on the door of the tavern only to find himself falling into the snow as the door was no longer there. The only hint of its existence was the the line on either side of him where the door had been, though the falling snow was beginning to erase even that trace.