After days of braving the icy winds and rugged terrain, Luke and Karrigan finally approached the Village of Verglas. Nestled high in the snow-covered mountains, Verglas was a hidden sanctuary, its stone buildings rising from the white landscape like ancient sentinels. Smoke curled lazily from chimneys, and the village seemed to hum with a quiet, enduring life that defied the harsh environment around it.
Karrigan guided the carriage up the final incline, the tigers pulling with steady determination. As they crested the hill, the village came fully into view, a cluster of sturdy, stone-built homes with roofs steeply pitched to shed the heavy snowfall that was a constant companion in this region. The villagers, bundled in thick furs, were going about their day, shovelling snow, repairing tools, and tending to the small but hearty crops that somehow thrived despite the relentless cold.
