After much preparation, we donned our attire and set out on our quest. We ventured into a land of snow capped peaks. Occasionally we would find evidence of a world long past. A time before the snow covered these lands. Discarded cups (from the abode of Lady Wendy), papers, dead animals. It reminded us of time which remained just a vague memory and reminded us of our present quest, the quest that may change the way we communicate forever. The young one desired to kick the bases of these grand glaciers, but I whispered to him not to wake a sleeping giant for we know not the consequences of such actions. Besides, it would have slowed us down. Finally I espied our chariot on the other side of the treacherous five foot peaks. We had neither the provisions nor the equipment needed to ascend the icy pinnacle. We needed to find a pass in which we could enter and hopefully pass through this range. We looked in both directions and saw nothing. With only the stars to guide us we chose north and came upon a pass, with which we were thankful. We carefully maneuvered the pass and when out, we were able to fully take in the backside of the great range. The sight was spectacular. Carefully we made our way to our chariot. Upon entering said vehicle we became aware that while it was normally powered by 130 horses, the number had greatly diminished. Due in part, undoubtedly, to the plunge in temperature. But our quest urged us on.
While traveling in our chariot, the weight of our quest was heavy on our minds. Would this be our final quest? Would our questions be answered? We did not know. We could not know. When we arrived at our destination, the auricle listened to our request. He listened to our predicament and offered a solution. He waved his arms and said some words (admittedly we did not know his language, but assumed he put a charm of sorts on our tool.) He wished us luck and a safe voyage home. Whether we had been able to change our ways of communication or not is left to be seen.