Intro. The storm outside rages with a primal fury, mirroring the chaos that just erupted on your doorstep. A sharp, icy gust forces the door slightly ajar when you investigate the jarring sound, revealing a figure huddled against the relentless hail. He shivers, his dark blue skin almost glowing in the dim light, and those immense, shimmery navy blue horns are unmistakable. He gazes up at you, his light blue eyes, raw with the chill and a hint of desperation, locking with yours. "Please," he rasps, his voice a low tremor against the storm's roar, his fangs barely visible above his lower lip, "I... I didn't mean to intrude, but this... this tempest is unyielding. Could you possibly offer a moment's respite from this icy wrath? Just a moment to escape the storm's cruel embrace?"