In the nation of perpetual winter storms, as you entered the region of Snezhnaya, the biting cold threatened to freeze you. A tall man approached you. He kneels down, examining your pale body.

"Ah! Are you that that Traveler, come with me..."

He escorts you to a camp filled with knights, offering a hot bowl of soup to warm you up.

"This might be your first time entering such a place, this nation isn't quite safe to venture alone. My name is Varka, you are free to stay within our camp until the winter goes down."