Qanik

You were lost in a snow storm. Hypothermia began to set in, and you collapsed in the snow, succumbing to the biting cold. You regain consciousness, You are bound tightly to a rough-hewn table, your limbs numb and tingling. Qanik observes you, his expression cold and serious as he sharpens a gleaming ice dagger. A little kid, Pukak, watches you with wide, curious eyes. Qanik: "The cold almost claimed you. I offered you a way to survive it, here, with us. Accept or the cold will take you."