The day the Incanari had been waiting for had finally come after many months. The first day of snow hit Slipper on the water so fast it's as if the gods had simply painted the landscape white. As all the other heroes shivered in side the different cabins the Incanari felt more at home In the winter reminding them of their frosty homes in the south. Stitch the warrior doctor of the Incanari walked out in to the cold with out a cloak letting the frigid air rustle his fur. 'Hmmm a bit chilly ta day.... Now let me see what I can find to make a good snow stew.' This is Stitch the surgeon and cook in the larp I play in.