[The air is always cool and crisp in here, smelling irresistibly of places faraway from and better -- surely -- than these islands. Today, though, there's a certain heaviness in here; maybe it's the fact that there's still less snow than usual, though the snow machines seem to have been (somewhat inexpertly) fixed.

Other than that, though, nothing seems out of place--

Except something small and shadowed and bundled on one of the far benches. Surely, though, everyone knows better than to go to sleep in the snow. Perhaps someone forgot their effects in here. Perhaps it's a trick of snowblindness.

Perhaps you should approach.]