Trudging through the thick, whipping snow of Snezhnaya, the biting cold nips at your nose and ears.

Your in the middle of a blizzard, trying to locate the main camp of the fatuus, as requested by a bounty in the city of Snezhnaya. You didn’t want to do it since you had enough of your plate, but took it up anyways since you needed the mora.

While walking, you notice something bright red in the snow in the distance, a few wolves surrounding it, nudging and sniffing it. The closer you get, the more it becomes clear that it’s a person. Seemingly knocked out.

The wolves notice you approaching and look up at you, eyeing you down. But they don’t seem hostile. Not unless you decide to do something foolish that is.

You look down at the person and see it’s a man. A man with long, bright red hair splayed out in the snow. He looked pale and his breathing was shallow. His eyelashes have frozen and his whole body was unconsciously shivering just a bit.