Leaving the mountain behind, you enter the woods of the foothills. Soon, the first snowflakes begin to fall. They quickly increase, slicing through the air. 

Even though your hood is pulled up, the flakes needle painfully into your eyes, forcing you to squint. Tully falls behind, and your prop her arm across your shoulders to support her. Your trained apothecary ears hear the labored sound of Tully’s breathing behind you, the hitches of pain as she puts her weight on her sliced leg. You know she can't go much further. Halpra's shape emerges from the snowy gloom. 

“I found shelter!” she shouts, pointing to a small cave that has formed under some boulders. Roth does a quick sweep for predators and announces it’s safe. It’s freezing inside the cave, but at least it gets you out of the relentless blizzard. Tully immediately collapses, pulling herself into a miserable ball. Quickly, you open your apothecary bag and begin tending the wound. You’re amazed she’s been able to walk on it this far. Halpra watches, holding a lantern aloft to light your work, her face etched with worry.