The snow fell softly from the sky and onto the cold earth of Toril. Winter came early this year and with it heavy snowfall. Normally this would've been fine, a little bit of snow couldn't hurt anyone right? Well...In this case the early snowfall is causing a lot more harm than it normally would have.

Four days ago a young man by the name of Quest made his big escape, the day before a snowstorm struck and dusted the whole forest in a thick layer of snow. With his hands still chained together and the only thing he has being the tattered clothes on his back, survival has been tricky. After four days of endless walking in these horrid conditions, he began to lose all hope. But it's better to die free than to live as a slave.

His legs soon gave out beneath him, the snow breaking his fall. The snow began to cover his body, slowly burying Quest. As hope began to dwindle, he heard the soft footfalls of someone approaching and when he looked up he saw...You. A random wanderer who found him by chance.