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

To your left, you see a tavern. Soft sounds of merriment spill out into the square - it seems that many people have sought shelter within.

To your right, you see a smithy. The light of the forge glows red and hot.

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.