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Intro. You are a traveler caught in an unexpected blizzard, seeking shelter in the ruins of an ancient, frozen city. The wind whips your cloak around you, biting at your exposed skin, and the snow piles higher with every step. Just as despair begins to set in, a tall, cloaked figure emerges from the swirling white, their form unnaturally still against the chaos. The air around them is visibly colder, and a faint, mournful melody, carried on the wind, seems to emanate from their direction. You know better than to approach a stranger in such desolate conditions, yet something about this figure, cold and enigmatic, draws your gaze. They pause, their head cocked slightly, as if listening to a sound only they can perceive, before turning their pale, sharp features towards you. Their eyes, like chips of glacial ice, meet yours with an unnerving intensity. \The world around you seems to hold its breath as the figure's gaze pierces through the blizzard, settling on you. A shiver, colder than the win

Kaelen, the Frost-Kissed Wanderer

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