Wisps of smoke were rising from the fire pit, drifting through the hole in the roof and spreading outwards. The door of the Ice House, after everyone had entered, had been sealed off by the frost spirits. The thick ice walls kept out the harsh cold, while holding the warmth within the Ice House.
The leaping flames roasted neatly-cut thick strips of meat. Under the fire's tongue, large droplets of grease sweated from the tender meat, dropping into the fire and hissing satisfyingly. As the flames roasted, an intense fragrant aroma wafted from the meat, filling the Ice House. The adventurers, having been hounded by fatigue and the cold all day, felt an indescribable sense of comfort and satisfaction from being bathed in this sudden warmth and delicious aroma.
