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The storm had appeared out of nowhere. Alrekur could call himself talented at reading the weather patterns, especially in the harsh cold of the northern parts of their home isle. He spent most of his life out there after all. But this time a storm had caught him by surprise. Slowly he made his heavy way forward, one step at a time. The road was quickly being swallowed by heavy blanket of snow. Harsh cold winds striking him on his face and eyes like small daggers, making seeing hard. He squinted his eyes, trying to cover his face with his hand. He was pulling a sleigh behind him, making his traverse even slower. The sleigh was constantly getting stuck on the snow, forcing Alrekur to stop and dig it back up. A geologist had contacted him earlier in the summer. He had commissioned Alrekur to bring him rare ore that was said to be found from a glacier Alrekur was planning to explore next. He was confident he had found the ore in question and was now pulling samples of it in his sleigh.