He looked around with new purpose, ignoring the aching of his armor-clad body as he tried to determine where he was.  Nothing but snow for miles past the cliff.  He didn't recognize the mountain line; no landmark stood out to him.    As he turned, he noted what looked to be a cluster of ramshackle tents in the valley, but little else before the mountains enveloped it at the other side.  In growing frustration he cast his gaze further afield, finally taking notice of the moon.  It hung in the night sky over the snow planes, bright and full -  and nearly without blemish.  Few pockmarks or dark patches, and none familiar.