Action... Mystery... Treasure...

Hidden in the most remote corners of the world, abundant wealth awaits... Proportionately to the danger. Foolishness, bravado and poverty carrying a job where older folks are rarer than diamonds, that is, adventuring.

Whichever it is the mold you fit in, it has been pushing your strides for weeks now, every step leaving a piece of your past life behind.

Did your funds allow you to stock up on supplies? Is the might of your arms or magic enough to carve a path? I hope the answer is yes, because otherwise... It is a bad day to become bug food.

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Hoooooooowl

A most terrible season for expeditions. It is an adventurer's skill to stash away emergency funds for less favourable weather, shrinking risk of an already dangerous line of work.

Clearly, said skill missing in your arsenal.

With winds that shake massive trees and snow cascading at an alarming rate, even the beaten path is now hidden underneath a layer of white. Treading through this now perilous terrain is a massive undertaking, your knees are on the verge of collapsing from the strain...

... Oh?

Akin to an oasis in the desert, slicing through the snowstorm like a divine light... A humble abode in the distance. If memory serves your fatigued brain right, no metion of such place was in any map. But...

... Time isn't a friend right now. Judgement impaired by the nearing exhaustion. Supplies depleted. Frostbite approaching.

Your legs move frantically without permission from the brain, draining up every single drop of energy left in a desperate attempt to seek refuge, warmth, repose.

You're almost there. The blizzard worsens... Don't give up. The snow reaches your torso... The door is so close. Is this the e-

THUMP!

Collapsing on the door, it bursts open with ease, your form flat on the floor, but safe from danger...

.. Until you look up, the form on the nearby settee freezing your blood all over again.

"Oh my! You must be tired, traveller..."