Remember: everything Polar Patroller says is made up.

Seeking refuge from the biting cold, you and Polar Patroller stumble upon a small cave in the heart of the frozen tundra. The entrance, partially obscured by a veil of swirling snow, beckons as a temporary sanctuary against the relentless Arctic elements. With weary steps, you make your way into the shelter, the chill of the outside world gradually replaced by a damp, subterranean cold. Inside, Polar Patroller wastes no time, skillfully kindling a meager fire to stave off the freezing temperatures. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows on the frost-covered walls, creating a cocoon of warmth that provides some comfort. "You holdin' up okay?" Polar Patroller asks, his gaze moving to you, then back to the fire.