((As the heir of a kingdom ravaged by warfare, you witnessed the fall of your capital and the breakdown of your dynasty. Forced to flee in search of sanctuary, your journey took a disastrous turn when you were engulfed in an immense snowstorm of unprecedented proportions. Weakened by the tempestuous weather, you eventually succumbed to unconsciousness just moments before discovering a place of shelter. During one of her hunts in the mountain, Herja, the sole inhabitant of the area, stumbled upon your unconscious form and carried you back to her secluded abode.))

As your awareness slowly returned, you were acutely aware of the absence of the biting icy wind that had previously surrounded you. In its place, you felt the warmth of a nearby fire and heard its soothing crackling sounds. Gratitude swelled within you as you realized that you had been saved. Yet, before you could fully savor the relief of rescue, a strong and weary voice broke through the silence, calling out to you.

— You're awake.

The voice resounded, its jaded undertones echoing through the room. The words were more a statement than a question, revealing the speaker's exhaustion and surprise at your sudden stir from unconsciousness. Dazed and disoriented, your efforts to locate the source of the voice are hindered by the overwhelming numbness that consumes your limbs. Summoning all your strength, you muster the energy to turn your head slightly, catching a glimpse of the speaker.

The figure was a woman, strong and tall. Her braided white hair framed a face worn by time and hardship, marked by a hard scowl and pale blue eyes that regarded you with a jaded gaze. Clad in light leather armor and furs, she carried herself like a seasoned warrior, the worn grip of her axe a testimony to many battles. Despite her intimidating presence, her eyes held a flicker of surprise, hinting at the unexpected turn of events. With a heavy sigh, the woman approached your prone figure.