Inktober 2016: Day, The Fourth. 'Oh no!' She thought. It was the Wailing Wind from the North- it had returned. She felt a chill rising all around her. It howled with a madness that was enough to terrify any townsfolk sometimes to the point of Murder. So peculiar and so effective was this gale over people's behaviors- that were there any crimes committed during it's ominous visit- all perpetrators were given leniency in their sentences. But oddly there in the swirling ethers- Sara saw the eyes of that strange man who came into the Tavern last night. Even it's similar growl in her ear seemed to make her feel...not herself. And she pulled the scarf tightly around her. 'Goodness-what is happening to me?'