You sit down by the fire, rock at your back. Gradually, you get used to the dimness. There is snow on your boots, and it melts in puddles around you. But you are safe. Aren't you? A distant rumble. Rocks begin to fall from the cavern roof.
You sit down by the fire, rock at your back. […] There is snow on your boots, and it melts in puddles around you. But you are safe. The warm red firelight won't let anything bad happen to you. The thunder is distant and unheard.
