This cloak, white as snow, seems to have some strange propieties: it never gets dirty and can mend itself. But also, when Hemnet holds the cloak close to him, he can feel a strange but welcoming warmth emanating from it.
In a snowy town such as his hometown, the pure white cloak not only protects Hemnet from the sharp cold, but also comouflages him.
One of the few objects he holds dearly, as it is the closest thing of a home he have had.
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