With that Ahmar gathered all of his writings together and placed them to one side. With a heavy heart he tossed what had been his writing desk to one side like his quill pen. The ink, what little that remained he just dumped. He then took that old tin mug over to a pile of melting snow. With his hand he scooped some in to rinse it out, before placing it in his bag. Which he then brought over to a low hanging tree limb, Ahmar felt the weight of what little he had left and checked to see if that limb could support it and found it easily could. Ahmar then took one last look around to see if he had anything he might of forgot, other than his clothes. There was nothing else other than his letter. Now reaching deep inside that bag Ahmar found the weather proof pouch he had brought for this purpose. Seeing nothing else left to do Ahmar then pulled off his tunic, his naked body shivered from the cold. But still it was placed inside next he removed his pants. For when the cold hit him, it then caused him to piss right...