Location Unknown
Date Unknown
Hour: About Midday
The cold snow bit at his face. "Grmh…" Matrellus mumbles something into the snow. Then, he sits up. He had been rather gracelessly thrown into a pile of snow. Shaking the snow off his body, Matrellus looks around. Making sure his weapon was still present, a pistol shaped piece of runed steel, Matrellus decides to begin looking for a place to get warm. The region appeared mountainous, as there seemed to be mountains in the distance on all sides of him. He shivers as he walks. He rolls down his sleeves, but the shirt was thin, and doing so didn't help too much.
He didn't know how long he was walking, as the cold and the snow made time and distance hard to calculate. However, eventually, he could go on no more. Falling to his knees, then on his face, Matrellus passed out. Soon, the cold would take him.