The sun has set and the sky turns pinkish-purple. The air is so cold that J’Zhirr blows out ice crystals with each breath.
This one soon spots a tall building in on the horizon. The road leads towards it so this must be where the city of Winterhold is located. J’Zhirr is tired of trekking through the deep layers of snow and wishes nothing more than to find a warm bed to lie in. But J’Zhirr has promises to keep and miles to go before he sleeps.