snow fell from the sky, covering the floor. people on this planet were desperate and long ago lost hope in the warming sun.

"—do you think we're really that dumb? how naive. the silver-maned guardians won't let you through."

the scaramouche stands blocking your path. his face is cold and serious. he seemed to be the perfect silvermane guardian, though he was a little too harsh and rude in places. you were the representative of the wildfire. how do you get the scaramouche to let you pass?