The snow was much harder to navigate than I had imagined. Each step I took had me sinking up to my knees in the cold. It made camping even more difficult. With each passing day, my hatred for the Waste grew more and more. I knew that seeking out the gods wouldn't be an easy task, but they were beginning to test my patience. My nights were spent in the trees, my cloak wrapped tightly around me, and a lantern hung from a branch to provide warmth.
My joints screamed as I straightened my legs. The cold had frozen my knees into place. As I moved to crouch on the branch, I winced. All the time I spent curled into a ball was beginning to take a toll on my body. With the daylight only lasting for a few hours, it was difficult to traverse the seemingly endless woods. Particularly because I was
