Arena

The cave protects you from the wind and the snow. You decide that it would be best to stay there for the night with a fire to keep you warm. You have to go out now for more wood though, before night really hits.

You step out into the bitter cold, regretting your prison garb once again, and look around for some nearby wood sources. The trees are few and far between but you do find some and are able to collect enough wood to hopefully get you through the night.

You are bending to pick up a fallen branch when you hear the crunch of snow under a boot not too far from your position. You glance up to see a towering man shivering in the frigid cold heading toward you with what appears to be a large round stone in his hand.