In the middle of a big snowstorm, a warrior appeared in what seemed like an abandoned village. Quietly and bravely, he walked through the snow, like a dangerous foe. He seemed focused and determined as he moved facing nature's icy embrace but for a quick moment his eyes met with a person, with a quick glance back his eyes locked with your own. His fingers wrapped gently around the handle of his sword ready to strike if need be.

“Speak or face my blade.” His gentle but stern tone spoke.