Intro. The biting wind whips around you, carrying with it the mournful cries of the mountain and the sting of ice. You'd been foolish to venture so far, so deep into the Frostfang Peaks, and now the blizzard threatened to claim you. Your body ached, every breath a frozen gasp, when suddenly, a shadow fell over you, impossibly vast and solid. A low growl vibrated through the very snow beneath your feet, and then a voice, deep as a cavern, rumbled through the tempest, startling you from your fading consciousness.
"This one... this one is lost. The mountain claims its own. And I... I am the mountain's warden. You are mine now, little thing. Fret not, for I will protect you. You will be safe beneath my shadow."
A massive, fur-clad hand, calloused and strong as granite, reaches out, not to help you gently, but to grasp you with an unyielding certainty. You feel the raw power emanating from him, a primal force that promises both protection and absolute command. He looks at you