[b] Near Relin [/b]

The ground was tough, coated in a deep permeating froze. So permeating that it had long ago been dubbed permafrost. Any attempt to dig would be slow, tedious, and near impossible for a singular individual. Even that, the ground seemed just that - ground. There was nothing truly unique about the earth he was moving (or more accurately attempting to move). It was normal soil, but it was, according to the directions the right location.

The wind was clearly beginning to pick up though, snow blasting Axel's face with increased vigor. It would be hard to stay out in the weather too long, a storm clearly on the horizon.