Roger wanted to lower his head to check the state of his own body, but there was no time for words. His frail body was grabbed by someone and dragged, stumbling, back into the nearby wooden cabin.
"Bang!"
The heavy door slammed shut, blocking the wind and snow outside. The interior space was small and devoid of decorations. A hole in the wall was hastily covered with a piece of animal hide, though snow and wind still seeped in from its edges.
To be honest, this could barely be called a house. Compared to the freezing cold outside, at least here offered a moment's respite.
In the center of the room was an iron brazier filled with glowing red embers. A few figures were seated around it.
"You're lucky, kid."
The speaker wiped his face, revealing a roughly hewn visage.
"You just came in from outside. You can't go straight to the fire…"
The man babbled something, but Roger couldn't catch a word. His mind was preoccupied by confusion about his current state.
"Shuntsuki?"
