Rooms

  From the outside tis respite was difficult to see as the entrance an exit

was a tight squeeze for most races.  Yet there is no warmth here.  For

company you have the slumped over corpse of a perfectly preserved human

male.  In one of his hands only the spine remains of what was once a book,

perhaps a journal.  Now even his last moments have been stolen by the

unforgiving cold.  The shelter only provides you with a break from the wind,

and the shelter lacks the size to be anything more than a grave for five,

maybe six individuals the size of your new human friend.