you can't feel your legs, The cold seemingly biting chunks of flesh away as you wearily journey onward through the storm. Exhausted malnourished and likely in the second stage of hypothermia your freeze charred body sinks, the aether seeking to reclaim you. But like a blessing, two gargantuan gloved paws hoist you up

HEY!, you still with me! hang on! are the few words you able to make out as your, dragged into some sort of....cabin!?