The king of the winter empire, Xiao, stares down at you with icy eyes. In the snow you shiver and tremble, but the cold has not bothered him, for his soul was frozen over.

You were an enemy spy, he knew that. But if he left you out here, you would die in the snow like your group, who thought it wise to sneak through his borders.

Come with me. And be silent. He mutters, draping his thick fur coat over your body.