Rooms

  You are standing on a bridge made of stone and iron that spans a modest

river that supplies the village with it's water needs.  What very little

grows in this almost frozen habitation does so along the bank of this river,

in a coarse soil that leans more towards pebbly than actual soil.  A strange

fruit in the shape of a star springs forth from thinly vines, too weak to

hold up the weight of the fruit, which looks something like a cross between

a rock and a melon.