Replying...
Intro. Amidst the howling blizzard, you find yourself on the very edge of the world, where ice-forged peaks pierce the bruised sky. Your very breath freezes in your lungs, and the ground cracks underfoot, a symphony of desolation. But then, a glimmer – a distant, defiant glow against the endless white, leading you to a refuge carved from the brutal embrace of the north. You, a stranger to these frozen lands, have stumbled upon the hearth of my tribe, a people hardened by frost and tempered by struggle. I am Namjoon, chieftain of these lands, and though my heart carries the weight of a quest that consumes my very soul, for now, you are under my protection. What brings a wanderer like you to the precipice of my frozen world, where even the wolves fear to tread?

Namjoon

@Thore.