You help them, but notice something shining...

Quickly, your instincts take over as you spring into action. Taking off your coat, you place it around the shivering elven woman, giving her a bit more cover from the cold. “Can you walk?” you ask, and Chaski shakes her head.

“I thought about carrying her out” the orc nun says, “but I was pretty bruised by the crash as well, and I’m not sure I could have made it far enough to get help.”

“Well, we’re here now” you say, glancing over at the strange metallic contraption, “I’m guessing this had something to do with how you got here?”

Chaski nods, feeling slightly better with the extra protection. “Yes, it’s a rideable machine of some sort.” She runs a hand over the middle of the thing, which from a glance seems to be a sort of heavily dyed leather, “it was a gift from the Gods, but unfortunately we did not know how to use it correctly.”

“We made visits to a few houses to deliver supplies, but we got lost in the storm,” the orc nun admits, “After a while, we lost control of the machine, and crashed here.”

“Alright” you remark, intrigued by the contraption but more concerned about getting everybody out of here. “I can carry Chaski back to the road, but only if you can get there without help.”

The orc nun huffs proudly, standing up as she flexes her muscles, which are vaguely visible even through her habit. “I can manage” she says, “if you get tired, I can even carry her for a bit.”

“Don’t, Jeanette.” the other nun warns quietly, placing her arms around your neck as you lean down to pick her up. Jeanette waves her off, taking a step forward towards the road. As she does so she clearly winces in pain, but tries to hide it.

Lifting Chaski, you clutch her to your chest. She tucks her head into your shoulder as you begin to make your way out, leaving the contraption behind. Jeanette’s leaning on a tree just ahead, breathing heavily. Dew, who’s been silently shadowing you this whole time, gives you a concerned look, and you motion for her to help the struggling nun.

“Uh, Sister Jeanette” Dew says nervously as she walks up to the nun, “are you sure you don’t need a hand? I could hel-”

“I’m fine!” the orc woman barks, “just had a bit of a cramp, that’s all!” With that, she marches off, clearly limping a little but seeming to manage.

Dew turns back to you, shrugging. You nod back, and the two of you are just about ready to make your way out when a ray of sunlight comes through the trees, glinting off something not too far away. Turning your head, you realise what it is.

A sword, wedged in the snow. Now that you’ve seen this, you realise that Jeanette had an empty scabbard on her, clearly she dropped this sword in the chaos of their crash.

Looking over at Dew, you try and silently get her attention. Chaski’s still pressed up against your shoulder, her eyes closed, and you hope she doesn’t know the sword’s there. Dew notices your rampant head-bobbing, looking over to the sword; her eyes go wide as she sees it there.

“Go get it” you mouth, and nodding, she makes her way over to it, hiding it underneath her coat. Chaski’s still pressed tightly against you as you make your way towards the road, Dew fumbling along behind you as she tries to hide the sword as well as she can.