Felicity looked down, a sack full of her things was already being covered in rapidly building snow. Despite the physical distress she was in, she reached for the bag with shaking arms. Shelter. She needed shelter.

She grew up in another snowy country, Eiskalt, so she knew very well how this weather worked. She felt the pain of wounds on her back and across her waistline as she flung the bag over her back. How did she get this beat up? She winced, forcing herself not to think about it now as she staggered to her feet. Her shoes and pants were soaked through as she trudged forwards. She could barely make out the appearance of some kind of tall structure just ahead. Was it shelter? She took several labored steps before her foot hit solid stone beneath the sheets of snow. She tripped, thudding on hard floor. She moaned, shivering as she looked up. She could tell now that she was laying under the shadows of ruined pillars.

"Get up." She told herself. With throbbing pain and frozen frame, she pulled herself up and tumbled forth with sloppy steps. She soon found herself under the shadow of a stone ceiling. As snow still fluttered around her, she sighted a crumbled doorway and hallway behind it. Good. She found shelter. She huffed, pushing onwards and stepping over the rubble with the grace of a drunk monkey. Still, she leaned against the cold walls as she entered the dark hallway. She was sure she was seeing things when she saw a warm glow down the hallway, but she followed it. She eventually found herself in a Temple, completely lit with roaring fires around the room. The change in temperature was drastic, and Felicity realized she had Gwenael to thank for this. Another realization hit her. She recognized the aged carvings of various Thayne on the walls. This was likely an old Thayne Temple the Church of the Ethereal Sway had not discovered in their campaigns.

Convenient.

Felicity dropped her bag. It hurt, the way it slid off her back and thudded against the floor. She sighed, walking like a zombie towards an alter in the center of the room. It was the closest thing to furniture, and Felicity had slept on worse. Flopping onto the flat, cold, hard alter, she winced. Felicity could not even curl up, the pain was so bad. Still the tempting void of sleep lured her. She needed to get some sleep, and regain her head, before she planned her return to Whitevale. Even as she drifted away, she still planned.

I heal fast. I'll try to heal myself and patch myself up if Gwenael got my alchemy kit. I don't need to eat, but I'll need water. I'll probably need to get more wood too in a bit, since these could burn out. But I don't have an axe. So, I'll have to look at what Gwenael got me and work with what I have. But what about...

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