The icy maw of the darkened cave greets you with its frostbitten breath through icicle teeth. You shudder, trying to hide your weakened flesh in the confines of your snow-ridden cloak. This must be it. The white wyrm's lair. Yet, through the roaring wind, your frigid ears cannot hear the beast. Through the maddening blizzard, your frost-bitten eyes cannot see a thing.