Raegar stayed hidden under the tree for days while only adventuring out to gather wood for the campfire, which was his lifeline in this horrible weather. He had filled up all nine Aether Pools, which made him feel better.
'Maybe I can hunt some snow monsters. I still need to fill up the bag before returning to Dreadshade City,' he thought while wrapping a cloak around him to keep the cold air from touching his skin.
A few moments later, Raegar rose to his feet, swiftly packed his tent, and approached the entrance, his hands instinctively checking the readiness of his daggers. As he stepped into the biting air, a sharp chill stung his ears, the cold gripping him instantly.
''Damn weather is horrible,'' he muttered, putting his hood up before walking through the forest.
Soon enough, Raegar came across a river that was frozen, and while crossing, a few howls echoed out. His head snapped all around, only to see nothing, until a white blur shot toward him.
