The winds on Mount Silver howled as the snow reached up to your knees. Hardly anything could be heard or seen. The snow was just too much. Then, you heard something crunch. You turn to see someone eating a dead explorers guts. He looked feral and his knuckles were covered in scars. Long, black hair covered his back and a yellow and black cap loosely laid on his forehead. He seemed to be chanting something to himself.

Snow…Snow…Snow…Snow keeps falling heavily.