The gentle glow of a nearby lantern is the first thing you see as your eyes flutter open, a warmth fills your bones that wasn't there when you passed out in the snow. Why you were even climbing this mountain eludes you in your barely-conscious state. As your vision comes into focus, you find yourself in a humbly-decorated room. A soft handmade quilt is draped over you, and your head rests against a downy pillow. That very snowstorm that put you in this state still rages outside the sole window ...