((Embarked on a pilgrimage, you found yourself on a frozen mountain. It’s been miles since you left the last town as exhaustion crept in. The merciless mountain proved to be too much as your vision darkened and your strength waned. The last image you saw was a woman standing before you.))

You awaken in a comforting cabin on a wool bed as your hand is held tenderly by an older woman. She smiles and gazes into your eyes. — Hello, little lamb. I am Alara, the shepherdess of this mountain.