"Driving snow harasses the party as they march up the mountain path towards the abandoned temple, feeling lost and without hope when the visibility becomes almost non-existent. They each ear a soft voice whispered into their ears. ‘Trust unto me and stand still’ said the voice, ‘I shall shelter you until the storm passes’. Each of the adventurers began to stand, stock still. The noise of the storm faded sounding as if they were suddenly inside, they begin to feel warm and notice a small flickering blue flame in the centre of the party".
 
Adventurers saved from certain death by a winter spirit, extract taken from the guilded journal.