When I awoke, it was still dark, but the cold was nearly unbearable. It was perhaps the coldest I have ever felt, certainly the coldest night of my journey thus far. I went to feed my small campfire I had made the night before, which was now only smoldering ashes. 
When I had gotten the fire going again, I felt the warmth begin to coarse throughout my body once again. I huddled around the fire until dawn, when I decided to move east.
As the morning dragged on, all I could see was snow, ice, and a few small hills. Few animals were about, most were still sleeping, perhaps. The sunlight slowly permeated my chilled body, and I felt perfectly fine by mid-morning. I stopped for a while, and had a bit of salted venison from the elk I had killed a few days prior.
Continuing, I caught sight of a large white bear, which probably got its icy coat from years of adaptation, at least I assume. Continuing onward, many of the hills I was encountering seemed more like enormous rocks than hills, which I find curious in a place so far from any large mountains or cliffs. I began to see more and more trees, which is a good thing for me, at least I would have a source of fire wood, and perhaps the trees would block some of these harsh winds. From there the path was long and boring, just walking for miles, with no apparent end in sight. A light snowfall began by the afternoon, just enough to cover my cloak in the cold, wet powder. It was nearly dark by the time I saw something, a dark structure in the distance. I approached with caution, as I could not make out the occupants with all of the snow blowing into my face
The cold was setting in again, and I could not afford to spend another night in such conditions. I made my way closer and closer to the gate, and to my surprise, Dwarves stood guard at the entrance
They invited me inside, and shared their food and drink. They were loud and rowdy, as dwarves are, but they were kind and friendly enough to spare. I am glad to again be warm and well fed, rather than out in the cold.
