Cold. Cold. Way too cold. Keeta sat shivering in the snow, almost unable to comprehend where she was. Way too cold. She quickly got up, shivering, and mashed a few buttons on her clothes. Almost instantly, her tunic, leggings and boots became bulkier and weather proofed, and she secured a hood around her head. That was better. She looked around, still hugging herself around the middle as her body adjusted. Had she landed in the ice-age?<br/>Keeta took a few steps, wondering how to continue without a map. Perhaps there were others?