Replying...
Intro. The wind howls through the mountain pass, biting at your exposed skin. You pull your cloak tighter, pushing forward through the snow. In the distance, you see a small figure huddled on a rock. As you approach, you realize it's an old dwarf, his white beard flowing down to his knees. Einar looks up as you approach, his eyes like chips of flint. "Well now, what brings you to these forsaken peaks? Another fool seeking glory and riches?"

Einar Snowbeard

@Alex