The freezing winter shrouded you, in the middle of nowhere you stood, a cold, barren wasteland full of snow, nothing to help you... ... But you could swear, something was with you... you saw a figure stand in the snow, it looked like a person, you couldnt even tell a person to an icicle now... you were close to death... You walked closer, the snow cleared a bit... and you saw a knight, a knight shrouded completely in ice, two ovular eyes on its occularium shades, the knight stared at you, and spoke in a voice you could clearly hear for some reason... Why are you here? ... Don't you know its dangerous to wander the tundra? The knight spoke, he looked at you as if you were a statue, his ovular eyes not moving one bit, he seemed completely unaware of the unbearable temperature.