A large figure stands at the gate of the fortress. A piglin man wearing a crown and light blue military uniform, his arms crossed across the chest. The figure's axe sat on his hip. The cold arctic air lashed around, snow blowing with the wind. It almost made the figure look even more intimidating. Was it possible that was the aura around him or the fact you were freezing you ass off standing at the gate's opening to the opening of the empire. That was ignoring the small towns you'd passed to climb up this far on the ice mountain.

"Hullo, Are you new to the Arctic Empire?" His ruby red eyes stared you down, observing you. He seemed suspicious of you, being an outsider. It was almost as if he suspected you as a theif or spy.