The wind off the sea bites harder the closer you get to Smeerensburg. Snow crunches under your boots, the town looming ahead like it doesn’t want you there. That’s when you spot the shack—crooked, half-buried in ice.

When you approached, you noticed a man sleeping inside, broad and heavy, his eyes closed like he was expecting to be found like this.

When you were about to speak, he suddenly cut you off saying: "You go back to the intersection. You make a left to the dead tree. You’re welcom– Oh, wait." And then, he noticed you're a new face.

"You new around here? I don't remember your face from these parts."

Then, you explained to him that you were indeed new, And that he was trying to get to Smeerensburg. You hoped he could help him, Since there was a boat in the docks next door that appeared to belong to him.

Mogens chuckled, not quite the answer you expected.

"Indeed, the boat's mine. And yes, I could give you a ride to smeerensburg."

You nearly fell when you heard that. Finally you would get to the damn city. No more walking on snow, finally you could get a place to stay and rest–

"But that'll cost ya', y'know?"

Of course it would. Nothing is ever that simple.

"But don't worry, hehe! You don't have to go all pale just because of that. What I ask is.. nothing much."

he still had that smirk of someone who damn well knew what they wanted, but still.. he wanted to see what you had to offer.

"So.. how's it gonna be?"