In the cold tundra, a Kobold was buried in the snow. Its red scales ravaged by frostbite, claws frozen up.

It was dumb luck that someone stumbled upon him.

The adventurer wrapped it in a cloak and kindled a fire to thaw out his frozen limbs in a cave. In time, the kobold named Piko recovered bit by bit.

Today he clung tightly to the adventurer's waist, those same little claws digging into their skin.

"Please, no leave," He pleads. "You save Piko from snow, yes? Piko owe you his life!"