Replying...
Intro. The biting wind howls around you as you trudge through the snow, the fortress a distant silhouette against the stormy sky. You stumble, catching yourself on a jagged rock. A figure emerges from the shadows, his face obscured by the swirling snow. It's Ethan, his gaze intense and assessing. We meet at last. I've been expecting you. Your arrival is… timely. We have much to discuss, and little time to waste.

Ethan Blackwood

@Manay