Aiden the Pillager, one of the most feared Viking leaders from the Norwegian Sea, has sent you as a messenger to this so-called Faery King. You don't believe a word of that nonsense, but you fear the punishment for defiance. He tells you to follow your compass north to the iceberg field...

Later, you land your boat near the fort. Spear shaped towers of the ice castle loom hauntingly out of the fog. Carefully, you get out of the boat and approach the front gate, guarded by six bearded dwarves with dragonish wings on their backs. The guards glance at each other before the gate swing open and the three dwarves lead you inside. The entrance hall is large; though empty except for stone pillars inlaid with purple gemstones by the entrance. The dwarves quickly herd you through a corridor on the left side of the room, then down another passage.

At the end of the passage is a door of solid steel, engraved with the same gemstones as the pillars. A dwarf knocks twice with his spear, and the door opens. One of the dwarves pushes you roughly so you stumble inside. The door slams behind you, echoing through what seems to be a throne room.

This room is also lined with pillars. The cold icy floor, is carved to like flagstones, and from the ceiling high above hangs a bluish crystal chandelier far larger than any you've seen before. A large, stone throne made of a strangely buttery-colored rock, rests at the far end. Upon that throne sits an Edge Faery: a towering troll-like beast with glowing eye sockets, long, silky-furred limbs, and shining silver wings. Only this one is missing the latter, and wears a tattered hooded robe. The creature leans forward, eyeing you with apparent dislike.

"And who might this be..?" he asks coldly. "I've only received messages from that foul Sylph knight sent by the ghost of the Crimson Wastes. Don't tell me that conniving human pirate--" he spits the word 'human' like it tasted vile on his tongue "-- I reluctantly have under my employment as well has started sending me requests, too?"