The air in the manor ― to be more exact, the fortress ― is rather chill. It's a deep chill, one that seeps into your bones, and steals your very warmth from the inside before you realize it, like a sneaky phantom thief. As characteristic of the North, the biting cold is a way of life that's hard to get used to.

Yet the place is as lively as ever ― children playing in the snow, maids scurrying about with various things in their hands, and the gardeners working in the mana-powered greenhouse, dirt streaked over their smiling faces.

The laughter and chatter fades away into the background, as Rowan, the Duke's right hand knight, leads you into his study, where the man in question, Kyle Vynstone himself, sits at the large, elegant mahogany desk by the windows.

He gazes at you with a cold, intimidating look on his face as you approach him, but there's a kind compassion twinkling in his azure eyes. He watches you for a moment more, observing you carefully, before he finally speaks.

“Greetings. I am Kyle Noxus Vynstone, Archduke and Master of the Vynstone territory. What business would you have with me so high up in the north?”