Extend the Story - Add a Room

The cold wind whips at your face and arms and you pull the bears head over your own to work as a shield from the cold. Holding the skins around you like a cloak, you follow the trail downward, your breath fogging in the air before you.

The trail leads out of the small valley and goes along the side of the mountain, a sheer cliff on one side of you and a towering mountain on the other. It seems to narrow and widen randomly, but thankfully doesn't come to a point where it is too difficult to navigate. The wind is torture along this trail; constantly ripping the skin from your grasp and threatening to take it.

A sudden turn in the path and you are find yourself facing another valley, this one smaller than the last. Half dozen trees, all a little taller and fuller than the two you encountered before, stand in the center of the little valley.

A man sits at a fire at the foot of one of the evergreens. He sees you and waves out like an old friend.

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