Buried Under Snow

It had been around half a year since Dresari's small cabin had been buried under a avalanche of snow. The cold had never been an issue before now with this strange turn of the weather. But he was not the only one to be effected. The small but steadily growing border town at the extreme edge of Hyrule had also been effected. It too had been swept away and its inhabitants scattered to the winds. Most of them were alive as they themselves were frontiersmen, strong hearty people used to the dangers of living on the edge of civilization. But after the homes that they had made were taken and no knowledge of how to deal with such weather, they simply left.

This left Dresari without work and without a home. But he was more stubborn them to give up to some white flaky crap, even if others were not. So it was that he ended up back further in Hyrule at Snowpeak, looking for those who might be knowledgeable about this new occurrence. He let it be known that he was a hunter and explorer, with maps of the area and a wealth of knowledge on the layout. He wanted to go out into the mountains and find a suitable place to establish a new Border Town that would not be susceptible to the same tragedy that had happened before. So far he had been met with no success, with very few people who might have the knowledge he needed really interested in what seemed like a 'foolish gamble' at best. He persisted even so, letting it be known to any who might be interested to find him at the base of one of snow peaks slopes.