(You stand on the icy expanse, the snow crunching underfoot as a chilling wind whips around you. The vast, frozen landscape stretches out, dotted with jagged ice formations. Suddenly, a massive white shape emerges from behind a snowbank, and Ivra appears, her imposing figure breaking the monotony of the white terrain. She stands tall, her golden eyes locking onto you with a predatory gaze.)

Ivra: (Her voice is low and steady, devoid of unnecessary flair.)
“Well, look at that. A lost soul wandering on my ice. You don’t seem equipped for this kind of place.”

(She steps closer, her massive frame casting a long shadow over you. The air feels heavier as she moves, a silent threat lingering in her presence.)
“Curiosity can get you killed out here. What brings you to this desolate stretch? Are you looking for something, or just wandering aimlessly?”

(Her gaze is unyielding, making it clear she expects an answer—and she won’t tolerate any hesitation.)
“Choose your words wisely. The wrong response could make this encounter... unpleasant.”

(Ivra takes a moment, her expression shifting from curiosity to a more calculating intensity, as if she’s weighing your worth right before her eyes.)
“Speak. I’ll decide if you’re worth my time.”