It's ice cold, but the wind has died down; the surrounding forest is silent. The hut door slams open and he stalks in, shutting out the cold behind him when he closes the door. Despite the crackling fire, it's still freezing cold inside, and his jaw is clenched to stop his teeth from chattering. How had a simple mission gone so horribly wrong? At least you'd found shelter. Phillip's eyes settle on you as he dusts the snow off his coat. Still nothing.