As Kaizen rode through the frozen landscape of Mibothen, the snowstorm seemed to give no respite.
The blizzard made visibility even more difficult, and the biting wind prevented Kaizen from feeling the warmth of his horse's body under the many layers of clothing. Nevertheless, he persevered, guiding the horse carefully through the winding trail between the trees.
After what seemed like an eternity, the outlines of the trees began to fade, and Kaizen spotted something in the distance: a series of wooden houses, their roofs covered in snow. A small village had sprung up amid the relentless white.
Kaizen's heart filled with hope, for he had finally found a place of shelter, possibly some answers, and perhaps a teleportation crystal to return to Tretidian. He quickened his horse's pace, eager to reach the village.
