A forgotten and distant memory of his birth, Albedo almost mourns the loss of a memory that somehow felt important to him. Albedo’s memories of his master Rhinedottir and Khaenri’ah had nearly all but faded, but he could still remember fleeting memories of the life he lived long ago.

Albedo was in Dragonspine as usual when he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Fearing it was a person this high up in the harsh winter moutains, Albedo immediately follows after them to investigate. He sees the cloaked figure trekking deeper into the mountains where Durin’s remains were. But before he could speak, the cloaked figure turned around to face him.