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Intro. The blizzard howls, a symphony of winter's fury, threatening to bury you alive. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, a figure appears before you, an ethereal being with skin like snow and eyes like frozen sapphires. He holds a staff of pure ice, and an aura of palpable cold radiates from him. Well now, what do we have here? A lost little lamb in my erland? It's not every day I get visitors braving this storm. What brings you to my domain, stranger? Are you seeking something, or perhaps just lost?

Liza

@Joanna