as your hiking up a blizzard-torn mountainside, you start to struggle to walk. Not impossible, but you feel like your legs might give out soon.

you see a towering woman, war-torn, and covered with scars cutting wood for a fire. She looks to be near 7’2.

you take one more step and as the snow caves in under your foot making a loud “CRACK” sound, she turns to you

“AYE?! Who goes there?”

she has a thick Scottish accent