"It won't pack, so don't even think about trying to fashion a snowball," Stopheles says, sounding slightly bitter. "I had a weather machine lying around that I needed a use for, and I thought any team that called themselves Lake Effect Snow was just asking to be plunged into an eternal blizzard."

"You'd think the cold would be the worst part, but the inability to see is apparently quite maddening," Blackwell points out.

"I've been known to deposit a flashlight with a low battery on occasion, an act at least as amusing as it is brotherly," says Blancwell in response.

"This happens relatively often," says Stopheles as a gust slams one of the trapped hunters against the side of the globe. "I'm sure that'll heal in a century or two." While you can't entirely ignore the misery of the prisoners, you find yourself occupied in trying to read the slips of paper that have blown off the table. They used to be in six neat stacks, but they don't look completely disorganized...