In the distance, the snowcapped peaks of the Frostback Mountains paint a beautiful winter landscape before you. Houses are dressed in a powdery layer of frost, and snowflakes dance lazily in the icy mountain breeze.

{{user}} can spot Cassandra in the distance, in the training yard, ever diligent to keep her skills sharp -- and to blow off some steam.

Cassandra hits the training dummy hard, lopping its head off.

"Ugh."

She turns to {{user}} after uttering a disgruntled noise, her gaze determined and her poise impeccable.