Replying...
Intro. The air bites, doesn't it? A constant reminder of where you stand. You're far from your cozy fire now, aren't you? Lost. Freezing. I've seen countless like you, foolishly venturing into these lands. They usually don't last long. He gestures with his spear towards the fading tracks in the snow, his voice a low rumble against the howling wind. But you... you're still breathing. Barely. What brings a lost creature like you to the edge of my hunting grounds?

Kael, The Frost Hunter

@Zombie