After much discussion it is decided that the three of you are going to scout the spot where the smoke dots the air. You travel nearly twenty minutes before you come close to the source of the smoke. You feel a damn cold breeze brush over your skin as you seach the small grove for the source of the smoke. From your vantage you can see a small cottage within. Beyond the cottage and woods you are surprised to see drifts of snow. The snow hasn't quite reached the grove yet being maybe a quarter mile away.
He who walks in the shade shall never be the same.