Broken Antler Fen We cannot alter our fate, but we can rise to meet it.

"I think that between us we can agree that our sense of humour is superb. Other people might not think that way, but why should we care," Wraen grinned. "There have to be a couple of friendly ghosts around here too," she offered, after she thought she had caught sight of, what seemed like a shadow scurrying away quickly and soundlessly. Her eyes might have been playing tricks on her - it was getting dark after all. 

"What do you say, if we camp out here for the night? We can dig a den in the snow - there's no shortage of that material around here," she suggested. "And then we can continue exploring it tomorrow. It may seem a lot different, when under the daylight."

We can wrap this up here. Thanks!