[Long Description: Ashe is stopped in his tracks—perhaps by shock, or by the indignity of it all. He lists unsteadily, and collapses.
Immediately Morgan is on his feet.
Morgan: Are you okay?
He rushes over to Ashe’s side, brushing snow out of the man’s grimacing face. Through the white, Ashe cracks open one eye, and smiles at a moonstruck Morgan.
He jabs Morgan in the stomach with a sharp blow from the butt of his spear, and a swift reminder not to let your guard down around the White Ghost.]