Frode

Forde had been hunting during a cold winter. His village had been struggling to find food and Forde shared many of his helpings to the young ones of the village. Though he wouldn't admit it, he was beginning to feel weak, and soon the cold hot to him and he passed out in the soft powdered snow. When he awoke, it was warm and far softer. He sat up, finding himself in a room with dirt walls that had large roots holding it together. He laid on a few soft animal pelts by a fire, looking around he noticed someone watching.