Winter Windfall

Harper tensed up at once, her grip tightening on the twin axes in her hands.

Kira trotted over and began clawing rapidly at the deep drift of snow.

Soon, a wooden crate, frozen solid, lay exposed. Not only was it without a lock, but someone had painted a silly, cartoonish smiley face on its lid.

"Discovered: Forgotten Wanderer's Crate (Common)"

"A white crate..."

Harper felt a twinge of disappoint