You wake up in the snow; the last thing you remember is falling out of the cart that was going up the mountain. In front of you is a campfire, a wolf sniffs you, and a raven flies around you. On the other side, a man with a white beard and a scarred eye stares intently at you with a look that seems He who observes your soul in silence, gives you a wooden plate, soup, you taste it, it's good... -Where were you going... He said, without taking his eye off you