It had been a harsh winter, and the village had been isolated by deep drifts blocking up the passes so that only foot traffic could go through, at the very most. Supplies had dwindled. Guenter, the most skilled climber of the village set out. Though the elders generally advised against leaving the valley (as the inside out feared the true people), they agreed to set him up with the appropriate gear. They filled his satchel with enough supplies to make it out, gave him a scarf that would make the winds cooperate, and their greatest treasure: a hat of one of the special inside out that had made him not be noticed.
Guenter had been on his adventure for quite some time when I noticed him, trying to hide behind the garbage can. At first afraid, we managed to work out a deal, where I would be able to find out about them and share my findings to those of like minds (as long as their people were safe), as well as potentially call on them in the conflicts with those that would despise them if, in exchange for information on us and supplies to get the village going. Given that they most desired refuse (it is easier for them to digest, since their tolerances were different), I have managed to cheaply acquire a small army of nightmares for my cause. As they were right: most of us inside outers still fear the true people.
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