Half-satisfied with the answer, Otto growled and released the hilt of his sword.  He bent down and grabbed the mystery man by his shoulders, pulling him back up to his feet.  "Get up man," he said calmly and friendly.  "Friend or foe, we can't stay out here for much longer, lest the cold take us."

After the man stood up Otto would say "I tried walking this way in hopes I'd run across some of my men..."  Otto paused, wondering if this supposed Prussian was even one of [i]his[/i] men; even if he was not, he must have been a man of God.  "But alas, they must all be scattered and lost, or buried deep in this snow."  He shuddered, thinking of the cold deaths those men must have suffered.  [i]God help their souls.[/i]

"I recall seein' a cave or some hollow off the road just down the way," he pointed in the direction behind Leonid, but wasn't sure if he could even see his hand.  "Let's head that way and see if we can run across it.  I've some flint in me pouch to start a fire, if we can make it that far.  What about you?  You have anything useful?"

Otto would wait for the man to answer, and would lead the way towards where he thought the cave might have been.