As you continue on, the landscape continues to change, tree cover growing ever more sparse as the ground rises and the temperature drops. By the time the sun dips below the horizon, your horses are tramping over a light but widespread covering of snow.
"We'll never find somewhere to sleep out here," you say, gesturing around you at the open, barren landscape. "Even if we don't freeze to death overnight, any Black Wolves that follow our trail will be able to see us as soon as the sun comes up."
"What about there?" says Drazha. You look where she's pointing and see a light perhaps a mile west of the road, though it's hard to tell in the growing gloom.
As the two of you ride closer, you see that the light is coming from a small croft—a single-story cottage alongside a barn and some other outbuildings.
Approach the Cottage