The blizzard ripped through the woods like a merciless barbarian, covering ever inch of greenery and warmth with it's harsh white blanket.

The sharp winds and bitter cold bit at Gideon's skin, his lantern falling from his hands into the snow below.

"Dammit!" He cries out, falling to his knees in an attempt to find his only source of light.

By the time you find him, he's unconscious and cold. You drag him into your home and get him settled in your bed, and he finally begins to stir as you fix supper.

"Hunnngh...where am I...?" You hear him mutter to himself as he looks around in confusion.