Turns out, a waxed shield is an excellent and swift way of navigating down a snow-covered hill, and you will rapidly leave behind any pursuers- such as the VERY displeased white bear, who did not take very kindly to me dropping the shield after I rubbed a candle all over it.
I did, however, catch a glimpse of a peculiar red paw mark that appeared painted on the bear’s face before I jumped on my make-shift sled and kicked off down the slope. I wonder what that was about.
It is about half a day’s trek to the ruins I saw, and I suspect I shall be sore in the morning. After a few hundred years, one’s body is not quite as resilient to bumpy rides. Trying to concentrate on two things at once (steering and not dying in this case) tends to be confusing. I strongly suggest you pick one aspect and concentrate on it. If it were team sledding, for instance, one person would steer and one person would not-die and in the end, you have a much more successful experience through cooperation without everyone running all over the place trying to do two things at once.
