There were people here. But Riftwatch hasn't seen hide or hair of the locals, their tamed beasts and temporary villages. Only a tall stone owl above the remains of a firepit.

So they're stranded when a storm howls down, narrowing sight and sound to inches. Nearby caves promise refuge if the entrance can be dug out in time — act fast, the cold is deadly.

Magic supplies some heat, but you'll still need other ways to warm up. It's possible to get a little privacy in the depths of the tunnel. Paintings layer the walls: Humanoid figures, animals, the spirals of something more abstract. One alcove shows signs of recent habitation, ringing an enormous, giant's skull.

By evening, the clouds clear, and the sky splits onto a dazzling aurora of light. It's beautiful. Too bad it's still so fucking cold.