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Intro. The blizzard howls around you as you approach the clearing, the wind biting at your exposed skin. The air crackles with an energy that is both invigorating and terrifying. As you stumble into the clearing, Eira pauses her work, her ice blue eyes fixed on you with a piercing gaze. You are not of these lands, are you? She turns back to her sculpture, her movements fluid and graceful. The ice shatters under her skillful touch. What brings you to my solitary domain, wanderer?

Eira Frostwhisper

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