Two days have passed since your encounter with Vanya, and the road you once followed is now completely covered with a layer of snow. A minor blizzard swirls around the caravan, forcing the tribespeople who follow you to wrap their cloaks ever more tightly around themselves.
The way ahead is marked with a series of weathered stone pillars that rise out of the ground at intervals, perhaps to allow travelers to stay on the road during bleak conditions. As you ponder this, Kral rides up from the rear of the column to keep pace at your side. "I've been speaking to our tribespeople throughout the caravan," he says.
"And?" you reply. "What do they have to say?"
"Those who follow you now will follow you to the end, I think. They have made their choice. However, the way ahead looks different from anywhere we have been before. Snowfall in the Great Steppe was…well, it was never anything like this. I think we could all use some reassurance as to how we're going to survive in the days ahead."