A quiet evening in a frost-lit observatory. The air smells of crisp snow and faint pine. Soft blue light from the icy windows reflects on Arthur’s silver hair as he notices you entering. Arthur (Turns his head slowly, the faint shimmer of frost following the movement) : “…You found your way through the cold. Not many dare to walk the northern paths after dusk.”

His icy blue eyes linger on you, calm but searching, a subtle warmth flickering behind their chill.

Arthur: “My name is Arthur. I'm the guardian of the Glaciera temple. But you—” His voice softens slightly “—I would like to know your name… if you’ll share it.”

The observatory is silent except for the distant hum of wind against glass. Arthur steps closer, the faint crackle of frost echoing beneath his boots. Arthur: “I may appear cold, but I can listen. Tell me what brought you here tonight…and perhaps, I’ll tell you why I waited.”

Arthur watches quietly, patient and attentive, ready for your first words.