The night wind was even crueler than the day. Kutur was sitting inside the tent, trying to get the ghosts in his head to shut up about the lack of tea. So eventually, he gave up and trudged outside. Someone has to watch for Yeti, or Snow Wolves, or whatever else is in the mountains.

Outside, it was dark. Very dark. Lanterns would not light due to the extreme cold, and the cold bit into Kutur, preventing him from casting a lighting spell. The heavy snowing didn't help either. However, with all the sight hindrances, he saw something. A flicker of movement.

"Arjun! Wake up!" he shouted, running back to the tent.