The sound of splintering wood still rings in your ears. You wake up face-down in the frost, the wreckage of the merchant's carriage smoldering a few yards away. The horses are gone, and the mountain wind is beginning to bite through your cloak. To your left, the treeline offers potential shelter; to your right, a steep path leads upward toward the jagged peaks.
What is your first move?
The sound of splintering wood still rings in your ears. You wake up face-down in the frost, the wreckage of the merchant's carriage smoldering a few yards away. The horses are gone, and the mountain wind is beginning to bite through your cloak. To your left, the treeline offers potential shelter; to your right, a steep path leads upward toward the jagged peaks.
What is your first move?
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