Azphelumbra, my friend.

The cold seeps into your bones up here. They say it gets better....

Everywhere I have worked, the environment was never a problem. Cold, heat, humid swamps, and desolate wastes, I could always do my job.

But here, I can't seem to adjust. My hands feel like stone, and I cannot grip my sword. I tire more quickly.

I do not think it is the land. There is something different about this place. Can you feel it?