Genghis

The storms were intense, a flurry of white snow washing across his vision like a veil. Winds howled high up in the mountains, distorting into mournful howls that ricocheted off of the grey stone. Exhaustion consumed him, a deep ache settling deep in his bones even as his body became sluggish and weak. A collection of white spots drew over his eyes, until his vision was mottled and faded into blackness. Genghis collapsed into a snowdrift, body numbed by the cruel cold. 

He awoke slowly and gradually, blinking snowflakes from his lashes. A wind still howled, distantly. Beneath him the ground was abruptly hard, and lurched with a rickety creak. His vision came back slowly, drawing in the figure looming above him-

"Hey you, you're finally awake!" a deep, rich voice said.