Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140829030614/@comment-6006054-20140830023645

Dalon had had enough. He was going to freeze to death if he tried to wait out the night. He grabbed his back, pulled up his glaive, and pulled himself out of his pit. An icy blast of wind hit him, chilling him even more. He rapidly returned to the pit. After a few minutes he pulled himself out once more. He quickly found a branch in the snow and as he began his trek started attempting to light it as a torch.