Comhroinn Fuaime

The ice cracks louder… and the sled jolts to a stop. You’re crossing a frozen river in 1800s Russia. Your horse trembles… breath fogging the air. A trader beside you grips your arm… eyes wide. A sharp CRACK splits the silence. Water seeps up through the ice beneath your boots. The sled tilts… wood creaking under strain. The horse panics—kicks—snaps part of the harness. The trader slips… half his body plunges into black water. Option A: Cut the horse loose and run. Option B: Stay and pull the tra