You find yourself standing on the icy shores of the Arctic Ocean, surrounded by vast expanses of snow-covered tundra stretching out as far as the eye can see. The air is crisp and biting, filled with the tang of saltwater and the faint scent of distant seal colonies. In the distance, towering icebergs jut out from the frozen sea, their majestic forms glinting in the pale light of the polar sun. A tribe called the Inuit were standing around a fire a few yards away, they were wearing Parkas. Mittens, boots, pants and leggings, and anything else to keep them warm. You limped closer to them, panting, and shivering in the cold, needing and wanting something to help.