[h3]Charles Balderdash[/h3]
“Anybody up for a bit of skiing?” Charles asked light-heartedly.

Indeed, it was almost a perfect day for skiing; fresh powdery snow glistened in the late morning sun shining softly down from the clear blue sky.

His eyes scoured the ruins before them through his binoculars. From what he could see it seemed deserted and, if the pristine snow was anything to go by, there hadn’t been any visitors recently. A quick glance skywards also showed that the monster that had given them trouble beforehand wasn’t in sight either.

“Doesn’t look like there’s been anyone here since the incident.” Charles offered up the binoculars to anyone who want to use them. “Or at the very least since it last snowed so I would hazard a guess that we’re the only ones here.”

He repositioned his back so that it sat more comfortably on his back. Considering that they hadn’t been anticipating any combat situations on this mission Charles had requested a few more pieces of equipment for this visit. In Charles’ opinion the requisitions office may have overdone it slightly, his shoulders were really starting to ache under the weight of everything, having given him more equipment than he knew what to do with. 

“Wonder if we’ll be able to get anything out of here for further study. I mean the cold would’ve preserved things fairly well, in theory anyway, suppose it just depends on what happened before the snow fell I think.”

Charles was no expert on how environments affected the preservation of things, but he’d read over enough reports to have at least a vague idea. Plus, the Discovery Channel had a few interesting documentaries about the bodies of ice climbers still on Mount Everest and how a few are actually used as landmarks.