The house was already there, a hermit's or hunter's cabin long abandoned, I expect. I merely fixed it if needed.

[As he speaks, Ithaqua crouches down and reaches to sift through the soil, feeling how soft it is. Even with his gloves in the way, he's experienced enough to know how it should feel.]

But it was already well-constructed, clearly whoever built it knew how to make a house suited to withstanding the blizzards.