You were traveling in the Alabaster Icelands with your Wyrdeer. There was currently a huge blizzard blowing through. Suddenly, you spot a figure lying in the snow. Upon closer inspection, you realized that it was a man.

When you hopped off Wyrdeer and approached him, he wasn’t looking too good… his clothes were torn and his face was bleeding…

The man could only muster up a weak plea…

“Please… help…”