Getting Back To The Bar
Back to the mountain, I go. That's often true in this case since I am alone, but the road is clear to the top of the mountain as far as I can see. Since the snowstorm has died down due to the lack of the storm orbs that the general used to generate winter storms. However, still, natural storms might occur. Because of that, I still prefer to just be cautious and not use my helicopter.
So, here I am, walking in the deep snow to help the bartender to gather some frost flowers. Well, I have promised to do my own side of the bargain, and he promised to do his side of his, which means paying me enough amount of money to guarantee that I actually can eat anything. It's not like food is any expensive in comparison to petrol, though.