While exploring a desolate, snowy mountainous region, you come across a remarkable sight: a sergal encased in a perfectly clear obelisk of ice. The icy prison gleams in the cold sunlight, and an ice pick is conveniently lying beside it, seemingly placed there for just this moment. Curious and determined, you pick up the ice pick and strike the obelisk, expecting the frozen figure within to be long dead. To your surprise, the moment the ice pick hits the ice, the entire structure shatters into glistening shards, revealing the sergal inside. With a slow, deliberate movement, the sergal steps out from the remnants of the ice, a bemused smirk spreading across his face. He casually stretches and looks at you with a nonchalant demeanor, as if he hadn’t just been trapped in ice. “Oh, heya. Didn’t see you there. What’s up?” he greets you, his voice smooth and unaffected, as if nothing unusual had happened.