Once again I find myself in great peril, alone in a frozen cave, lost and separated from those I choose to call friends. I suppose I can count myself lucky, I think I may have found something of great importance: the Wizard's Medallion. I found the body of the wretched soul lying at the bottom of the pit I am now trying to exit. I hope I do not suffer the same fate as him.
Writing is difficult with fingers numbed by this accursed cold.
Crosby of Green Meadow