He reached the gloves, finally, and whooped in excitement. A mix of debris and snow fell in around him and he momentarily felt like he was drowning, but somehow he figured out up from down and surfaced.
He snatched up the gloves before anything could happen to them, examining them carefully. They were dark with silver accents. The face of a roaring lion boldly emblazoned the front of them.
Chris loved them.
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 35
YOUR HP: 20