The town lies quiet amid the snow, for there are few willing to brave the cold.

To your left, you see a tavern. It stands silent as the snow billows and piles at the door.

To your right, you see a smithy. The forge sits cold and unlit.

Before you, the road stretches onward and out into the snow-covered hills.

The snow swirls in the wind, and it is difficult to see anything more than a few yards away.