[Open Post]
Nils shivered fiercely due to the cold. He wasn't sure where he was or how he got there. The only thing he knew was that he was cold, scared and missed his sister terribly.
He looked around the abandoned fort in which he found minimal shelter from the deathly winds outside. He pulls his knees closer to his chest. He had found a tattered rug and was using it as a source of protection from the harsh winds.
To one side lay his flute. This flute was single handedly one of his most important possessions. It served as his only source of income as he would often play it in town squares for money. It also helped in his guise as a bard, hiding his true nature from most everyone that came across him.
Another shiver shook the youth's body. The castle was old and run down, not providing much shelter from the winds. He felt his eyes droop and knew it would be pointless to resist slumber much longer. With a soft yawn, he slowly dropped of into a light sleep.