The storm finally stopped. The heavy white clouds moved away from the sky, and the bright, cold light from the Dungeon's artificial sun fell down onto the frozen world below. The air was still very cold, but without the bone-piercing wind, standing there felt much safer and more comfortable.
Inside that small rocky shelter, Naviga was finishing packing up their supplies. Her movements were very calm and organized. She rolled up the sleeping mats one by one, making sure each one was tightly packed. Then she took the cooking pot they had used and cleaned it carefully with fresh, clean snow. She scrubbed every corner until it looked new again. After that, she put everything back into her storage ring, item by item, making sure nothing was left behind.
