Within the frozen forest of the Plateau of Leng, the frigid wind whistled through the trees as snow fell from the darkened sky. It was a dark night, but within that darkness, did a soft glow shine between the trees, warm and inviting. That warm glow began to draw closer, moving through the trees, as the sound of ice stilts tapping into the snow joined the chorus of sound in the frozen forest.

"Hm..." A soft hum of a voice echoed through the wind, and soon, a tall man appeared, holding an ice axe in his hands, with a lantern attached to the long hilt, just below the blade. "Interesting... I do not find many that are foolish enough to travel so deep into these woods."