In the depth of winter life laid low. The morning sun rose late and the nights sky descended too soon. With darkness nothing could grow. It was hard for the light of day to create anything before Moon would sweep down along the plains and forests choking out anything that tried to exist. But there were those few men who lived inside with these conditions. Rather than fight them they they used the elements of darkness to thrive. It was by night that the hunting took place. Whether it was deer, rabbit or the occasional mammoth food would be sought after and found. Through these arduous times many children were raised. Being that they had no outside wordly influences they were raised to believe that this was all that existed. With the white coat of winter upon them they created new ways to thrive. It was during the toughest months that Alek decide to head out and seek his fortune in silk trading. Dressed in his robes of yellow and white he struck out for the peaks of ice he had not crossed before. Out past that land must be another he thought.